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The poet exists in fragments, so does the poetry.
Alive under a neoliberal sky by Kyla Jamieson
From: Galileo Galilei, Sidereus nuncius, Tommaso Baglioni, Venezia, 1610
on friendship
big house on a mountain, annika bennett // old friends, pinegrove // all my friends, lcd soundsystem // stoned at the nail salon, lorde // thirty-three, smashing pumpkins // ribs, lorde // we’re going to be friends, the white stripes
— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)
— Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
Sergio Vallés aka Sergi Arts (Spanish, based Spain) - Self Aware, 2026, Paintings: Oil on Paper
me: “sorry ): can’t come!! got so much to do at home”
me as soon as im home:
something about love makes you look at things differently. the really important part of this is that any love will work. if you love blue you will see it everywhere. if you love soft things you will note the cat and the thread count and the moss. you will find your best friend in ugly greeting cards and haunted dolls and terrible fanfics and since they remind you of her they will be beautiful.
so you will love the world differently for having loved someone else. you will love a certain cereal or pokemon because of your brother. you will hear your favorite band's song playing in a random store and the love of it will make the whole world a little more golden. you will read a poem so many times the words become their own creatures. you will find you cannot listen to certain music without thinking of your favorite show.
this velveteen rabbit transformation occurs. the love does not stop, it echoes.
not using AI genuinely feels like the rest of the world is experiencing some kind of mass amnesia. if someone says they never use it, the immediate response is that can't be true because "everyone" uses it to write their emails or answer their questions. saw a comment suggesting that not using chatgpt to write an essay is "like the 90s". girl I graduated in 2021 and we weren't doing that! how is it that everyone has suddenly forgotten that they were entirely capable of doing these things all by themselves for their entire lives up until the past few years!! am I going crazy!!!
remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
choose your fav puppy
FUCKKKKKKK what if something bad happened and I forgot to worry about it