SEASON 3 PAM BEESLEY

twenty four, still floating

[kelpforestdwellers]

they should invent a doctor that treats illnesses

[dormouseking]

pretty sexy of me to keep going despite each day being more unbearable than the last

[lilllium]

—Linda Pastan from Why Are Your Poems so Dark?

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: When God demanded light, / he didn’t banish darkness. / Instead he invented / ebony and crows / and that small mole / on your left cheekbone. ] 

[a--soliloquy]

I wrote a poem. The narrator begs for you to drip honey in her eye

[newvision]

— Bob Dylan from When the Deal Goes Down on Modern Times (2006)

[a--soliloquy]

I AM SICK OF LIVING IN A NEOLIBERAL HELLWORLD

[metamorphesque]

― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]

[unreadable]

[visit-ba-sing-se]

i hate you private jets i hate you bitcoin i hate you cars that go 200 mph i hate you golf parks i hate you yachts i hate you huge mansions with a pool i hate you luxery resorts i hate you exessive wealth causally killing the planet and using up ressources we all need

[mlssmlsery]

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more 💌

3 Y E A R S O F L O V E R

[thirtytwoelvismovies]

Records & tapes.

[taohun]

working for the knife

[a--soliloquy]

Which: American Girl (Tom Petty); Young Americans (David Bowie); Body Electric (Lana Del Rey)

[astrangerlately]

you’ll fight and you’ll make it through you’ll fake it if you have to

[diaryofacreativehoarder]

[sadhoc]

imagine the most meanspirited, unlikeable, rude, bitter, self centered, negative person you can think of. not a rapist, not a murderer, not an abuser. just a charmless, tactless, dyed in the wool asshole you wouldn't want to spend two seconds with. now assume they get sick, not with the flu, but with a long term, serious illness that limits their ability to provide for themself. a society in which that person is left to die alone because nobody likes them on a personal level is a failed society.

[sadhoc]

and the thing is, no matter how likeable or charming or cute you are, peoples' patience runs out. the friends who drop everything to rush you to the ER the first time you shit blood tell you to stop being so tmi the fourteenth time. people might give you a couch to crash on the first week after your shitty ex kicks you out, but by week eight, you better have another place to stay. people run out of time, patience, money, compassion, energy. there needs to be an impersonal option, a real safety net that isn't going to dump you when you become inconvenient

[dormouseking]

pretty sexy of me to keep going despite each day being more unbearable than the last