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she’s here

i hope it’s us in the end (it has to be)

caitlyn siehl // @isbergillustration // graham dean // @annori // ernest hemingway // sarah levine via @geryone // matthew dickman // @auvtre // the 1975 // @amiablesummer // eleanor hsieh

yeah i suppose

Ugly, Bitter and True by Suzanne Rivecca

#quotes

some-stars

SELF-PORTRAIT AGAINST RED WALLPAPER

Close the blinds and kill the birds, I surrender my desire for a logical culmination. I surrender my desire to be healed. The blurriness of being alive. Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it. Not just the idea of it but the ramifications of it. People love to hate themselves, avoiding the necessary recalibrations. Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are. What would a better me paint? There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time. Vanity, vanity, forcing your will on the world. Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail. You want to solve something? Get out of your own way. What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalization. The world doesn’t know what to do with my love. Because it isn’t used to being loved. It’s a framework problem. Disheartening? Obviously. I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love. I said no more severity. I said it severely and slept through all my appointments. I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work. Admirable? Not really. I hate my friends. And when I hate my friends I’ve failed myself, failed to share my compassion. I shine a light on them of my own making: septic, ugly, the wrong yellow. I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.

(Richard Siken)

#poetry

hymnostic

IDER, mirror // ian mckewan, enduring love // andrés cerpa // pawel kwiatkowski

hymnostic

sarah kane, 4.48 psychosis // rené magritte, not to be reproduced // fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet

hymnostic

noah kahan, growing sideways

#collections

lunamonchtuna

— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)

nora-durst

— Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

#collections

softhe4rted

say my name

trista mateer, honeybee / @uglydumbpotato / sandra cisneros, dulzura / jodi picoult

Artemis II

[Minecraft End Poem, photos and screenshots from Artemis II mission and NASA livestream]

#art

arthoesunshine

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

makomoriz

Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy Krouse Rosenthal

raccoon-sex-dungeon

EMILY:

I can’t. I can’t go on. It goes so fast. We don’t have time to look at one another. I didn’t realize. All that was going on in life, and we never noticed. Take me back – up the hill – to my grave.

But first: Wait! One more look. Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover’s Corners. Mama and Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking. And Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths. And sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you.

Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? – every, every minute?

STAGE MANAGER:

No. The saints and poets, maybe they do some.

—Our Town, Thornton Wilder

#collections #fave