[fttitv]

breakfastless behavior

[tyjrose]

[jcrchie]

his fragile masculinity and sick bees have enraptured me

[vivian-bell]

“My mother stayed quiet for a moment. I kneaded her back and read in her skin the fate that had awaited her, and her mother before her, and her mother’s mother before that. This was a back that had carried the pain of others until it had become impossible for her bones to unbend themselves, like certain saplings will become permanently twisted under the force of windstorms. I thought of Hawa, whether it was this slow bending she had tried to escape with her linen wings, and whether there was any mercy in the world for those who decline to carry the burdens they are assigned to carry.”

— The Thirty Names of Night by Zeyn Joukhadar

[dct239394cvvd098dffgggp]

real and true

[seemoreandmore]

“When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap and leans down over the sink and tilts his head sideways to drink directly from the stream of cool water, I think of my older brother, now almost ten years gone, who used to do the same thing at that age; And when he lifts his head back up and, satisfied, wipes the water dripping from his cheek with his shirtsleeve, it’s the same casual gesture my brother used to make; and I don’t tell him to use a glass, the way our father told my brother, because I like remembering my brother when he was young, decades before anything went wrong, and I like the way my son becomes a little more my brother for a moment through this small habit born of a simple need, which, natural and unprompted, ties them together across the bounds of death, and across time … as if the clear stream flowed between two worlds and entered this one through the kitchen faucet, my son and brother drinking the same water.”

— A Drink of Water BY JEFFREY HARRISON

[goodgriefsadsack]

[alilaro]

i think we should utilize doppelgängers as a horror trope more often. it installs such a nauseating primal sense of dread. its like something instinctual and ancient in your body telling you something is very, very wrong.

[partywithponies]

Turns out I do like movies actually, I just only like weirdly melancholy comedy movies about dysfunctional co-dependent self-destructive intensely homoerotic best friends wasting their entire lives together, one of whom is slightly more bastardly than the other and not only happy to keep wasting their lives forever but probably also willing to sabotage the other's chances at a better more productive life, and the other is the quieter vaguely more competent one who actually wants a better life.

[inthe1980s]

Winona Ryder’s fashion through the years.

[fossil0000]

Jeff Buckley - Mojo Pin (Glastonbury 1995)