its family beaches that i desire

i cant lift you up because my mind is tired

[forbearing]

thank you anais nin

[kitchen-light]

“There’s a legend about a Chinese painter who was asked by the emperor to paint a landscape so pristine that the emperor can enter it. He didn’t do a good job, so the emperor was preparing to assassinate him. But because it was his painting, legend goes, he stepped inside and vanished, saving himself. I always loved that little allegory as an artist. Even when it is not enough for others, if it is enough for you, you can live inside it.”

— Ocean Vuong, from an interview with Zoë Hitzig in Prac Crit

[dogrotpdf]

how’s that house that raised you?

[poetry-siir]

[replanting]

from “ask polly: why should i keep going?”

[earthtodes]

[desactivemaintenant-deactivated]

[thereignclub-trc]

[9710144]

@beamingdesign

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[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Tongues Untied (Marlon Riggs, 1989)

[transfemmbeatrice]

“I don’t think that I accepted that I wasn’t gonna die young until I was 26 or 27. I really don’t think I fully…when I was 14, 15, 16, 17–I mean I knew as sure as I know that I am wearing green shoes that I was going to die before much happened. It was a certainty for me. And I had shaken off the directly suicidal urge by the time I was 21 or 22, but I still was pretty sure I was going to die pretty young, it really felt like an inevitability. It takes a long time to realize no, you’ve changed…if you shared those feelings with people at some point you go, ‘well, I guess we’re going to stick around.’ And it’s a funky thing to admit because there’s a part of your inner younger self that kind of judges you for that.”

John Darnielle fucking me up with the single most relatable thing he’s ever said

[lapsedmathematician]

reminds me of when he was about to play werewolf gimmick in 2015 and

“[Audience member: Live hard, die young!] Yeah, it’s a little too late for that, man. It’s easy for you to say. I have news for you: sometimes… sometimes it turns out the slogan you didn’t know you were living by was ‘live hard, live long.’ The slogan begins to stretch: ‘live hard, live long, feel pain, go on. Wake up, keep going, keep going, keep going. Grow old, keep going, outlive all friends, last man alive, unending desert, so many stars, limitless, endless stars, throne standing alone in the desert, and yourself [inaudible]…'”

[traumacure]

Perhaps a child failed by their parents has their own failure ordained.

original writing by @traumacure | do not repost

[rockandrolldisgrace-deactivated]

ID: I feel like neither a child nor an adult. I am botched, failed creature, combining the worst qualities of each. All the helplessness and dependency of a child, with the cynicism and despair of an adult. My mind is stunted, malformed. My body outgrew me and now I wield it clumsily, hitting others with my overgrown arms as I stumble over my feet. "I am sorry," I say, "But I was treated as something less than human and that is what I've become." End Id

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[the2headedcalf-archive]

You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless

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[urlocalchangeling]

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón

[generic-dumb-bitch]

[tundrakatiebean]

[dorothygale]

[petrichara]

2- Mikko Harvey / 3- @beetlejuices / 4- Ocean Vuong / 5- Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye / 6- Franz von Stuck / 7- Cortes Edouard Leon

[steveyockey]

What a journey this life is! dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

I know we often lose, and that the death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one's own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.

James Baldwin, “Nothing Personal.” 1964.