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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever
trying on a metaphor

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The Bowery Presents

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Oh Xie’er we’re really in it now…
kitties hugging
2004
remember real football is back next year
and are death and the maiden perhaps looking for a third
Borges and Eichmann wailing in hell right now.
Even before I was raped I already imagined characters being raped like
At least one of them should have attempted to assassinate Trump
"You will be queen, for a time. Then comes another—younger, more beautiful—to cast you down and take all you hold dear."
"three sleeping babies" (2008), susan s.
Sparrows Quilt Pattern by Pen + Paper patterns
xue yang 🫱 🫲 jin guangyao
unfortunately they can’t be shaking hands because this post is about how they both had their right arm cut off. #handtheory
i just think it’s neat how they are both positioned as authors who orchestrate very particular narratives around themselves, and then they both get their right hands cut off at the moment when they are usurped as author / lose control of those narratives. i just think it’s neat!
christa wolf, cassandra (tr. jan van heurck)
FIFA graffiti seen in Jerusalem
Wild Turkey fight by Ken Phenicie Jr
You've got to be kidding me
“Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.”
— Vladimir Nabokov in his letter to future wife Véra Yevseyevna Slonim dated July 1923, Letters to Véra