I always thought the choice was mine
And I was right, but I just chose wrong.
- Mitski, Working for the knife.
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I always thought the choice was mine
And I was right, but I just chose wrong.
- Mitski, Working for the knife.
i’ll be the only heartbreaker
IS THERE A RIGHT WAY TO EXIST ? (1) “Erasure Poem From Bone Thugs N Harmony’s Crossroads,” by Siaara Freeman // ( 3 & 6 ) Un Soplo de Vida by Clarice Lispector ( 1970 ) // (4) Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente ( 2011 ) // (7) // (8) A Hora Da Estrela by Clarice Lispector (1977)
i think these are very relatable
autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.
Illustrations for New York Times about regret and how to stop it. Thanks to art director Agnes Lee!
& in defense of lightning there is always a darkness asking to be split open. as a boy, I saw an electric tongue dance along the oak tree outside my window & the two halves held themselves together by three wooden threads for years & I grew to imagine them as hands nailed to each other & I may have once whispered I want a love like that into the empty space—severed but forgiving. don’t you know they bury men like me alive with all of our sentimental longing.
— Hanif Abdurraqib, from “It’s Not Like Nikola Tesla Knew All of Those People Were Going to Die,” in Fortune for Your Disaster
A beautiful astronomical photograph entitled “Eros”. At first it seems as though we are looking at a constellation, perhaps “Eros” is its name. However, there is no such constellation. Additionally, the arrangement of the brightest stars is somewhat reminiscent of the Cassiopeia constellation. There is another hypothesis, which is that “Eros” is not a constellation but a near Earth asteroid. It was discovered by the German astronomer Carl Gustav Witt in 1898, but had been photographed prior to that date by the French astronomer Auguste Charlois. With little more to go on, we can fantasize that this stereoscopic view is one of the first records of said asteroid captured by the Frenchman.
girl help everything i do feels like a performance
everyday i think “could it get any worse” then it literally does
nothing about this is soft but we pretend.
— Cara Neel, from “Bukowski,” published in Vagabond City
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