where is my mind

[coltre]

[thepersonalquotes]

[luthienne]

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from This Way to The Sugar: Poems; "Buffet Etiquette"

[Text ID: My house is a silent film. My house is infested with subtitles. ::: That's all. That's all. I have nothing else to say.]

[violentdevotion]

need a man who's battling with God

[violentdevotion]

it's only hot if he's losing

[heavyweightheart]

i’ve witnessed a lot of people recently coming to a place in their healing/recovery where they no longer feel able to sustain the harm of work (under capitalism). they’ll say, sometimes half-jokingly, “what i really need is to not have to go to my job.” and i’m like, yes!!! yes! this is dead serious. this is a naming of harm that’s so obvious and yet so obscured in our society. there’s something stark about going thru a recovery process where you comb areas of your life for ways to be kinder to yourself and to pursue thriving, and in the area of work it’s this inexorable, violent robbery of half your life to which the alternative is being left to die. the absurdity of trying to heal all around this when we could… not have to do that 

[funnytwittertweets]

[worldclassdisaster]

[creepozoid-temple-of-viv]

[weiisuu]

Summer hasn’t yet come, and I'm already waiting for autumn 🍂

[yourlocalnymphh]

Georges Bataille, ‘Ecstasy’, from Guilty, tr. Bruce Boone

[etherea1ity]

[daughterofliterature-deactivate]

“I wish you to know

that you have been the last dream of my soul.”

—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

[raeiyyn]

on loneliness

Amy Dunne // Nickie Zimov // Carol Lee, To Die For // Marie Alsing // Anne Sexton, A Self Portrait in Letters // As Tears Go By (1988) dir. Wong Kar Wai // Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to his wife Anna Dostoevsky, 28 August 1879 // Aron Wiesenfeld // Margaret Atwood, from "Thoughts From Underground"

[metamorphesque]

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "Why Is the Winter Light"

[Text ID: Empty me of the bitterness and disappointment of being nothing but myself]

[simena]

Domenico Fiasella (detail)

[fulltrashpolice]