Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Three Goblin Art

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Misplaced Lens Cap

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todays bird
Xuebing Du
One Nice Bug Per Day
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kaledo Art
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Andulka
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature

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It cannot be good for our souls to be living in a world where polyester clothing is sold for $200
a woman alone will download pdfs. two women together will send links and articles. three or more women? that’s a library
I hate you blue light restlessness I hate you automated call menu I hate you most of the day spent from screen to screen I hate you amazon robot delivery I hate you when did I open this app I hate you new need for background noise I hate you no headphone jack I hate you cars that all look the same I hate you DVDs were born and died in my lifetime I hate you weaker battery with every new iPhone I hate you acceleration and acceleration and to what.
— Maggie Nelson, Bluets
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Warsan Shire, from “Midnight in the Foreign Food Aisle”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
[image text:
“is everything you love foreign or are you foreign to everything you love?”
/end text]
the difficulty of writing is often due to something you won’t say, whether because you can’t or think you can’t, because it’s too simple or straightforward, or because you’re trying to revivify the thing in reference by giving it different rhetorical form. many documents are thus records of a thinker’s circumnavigation around this unsayable thing or a series of them
i come from a long line of unreliable narrators
characters who are so inauthentic. characters who only show what they want other people to see of them. characters who simply must have control over every part of themselves. do you even get it
“im an eldest daughter” alright but are you the daughter of an eldest daughter. lets talk about that
Japanese photographer Chino Otsuka’s took old photos from her childhood and put pictures of her present self in them, creating lovely double self-portraits.
family members will be like 😌 i do not see it 😌 about the years of trauma they caused you growing up but then will never let you forget how moody you were when you were 14
“As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself, and all around you, you can hear the sounds of people moving in and out of love, pushing the turnstiles, putting their coins in the slots, paying the price which is asked, which constantly changes. No one knows why.”
— Tony Hoagland, “The Loneliest Job in the World”
Kind of blue, Musubu Hagi
life is just so hard sigh
people fighting tooth and nail to make the human body a pristine, frozen thing when it is in fact ever-changing and often gross by nature… where is the affection. the respect. let that thing breathe