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i’m not gonna be the first verse in the song about how you found yourself. i’m gonna glitter like dirt in your knuckles. i’m the wettest match, the dullest knife. i’m gonna come charging from the hills like a flood that doesn’t care about you. i’m gonna rattle in your engine. i’m gonna leave a meaningless mark.

— Cassandra de Alba, “Visualizing Success,” published in The Misanthropy

#words.#murdoc.

kypoa

Anxiety

#vis.#art.#blood.

cjs-scribbles

It’s been a while since I’ve last drawn this guy.

#vis.#art.#smoking /

babyspinach2-deactivated2024112

heres a sketch of 3D from the band The Gorillas

#vis.#art.

lifeinpoetry

I will sing this survival until it is no longer a haunting.

I will sing this survival, until it is not survival anymore.

— Jade Mitchell, from “Affirmation,” published in Inside the Bell Jar

#words.

keatxn

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joshua came down from the mountain

with a tablet in his hands

told me that he loved me

and then ghosted me again

2D summer edition.

will you speak, will you heal?

H.D., from Collected Poems 1912-1944; “Dodona”

#words.#the now now.

e-grrl

#aes.#drugs /#medication /

infpisme

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

#words.