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@hellosweetcharlie
running errands like kurt vonnegut
⬆️ like so
[ID: A white piece of paper on which is written: I’m down in the garden. I love you. Here’s coffee.]
In my dream last night, the reanimated body of Fritz came to me. He wasn’t him, only in his physical body. I cried of happiness and I rejoiced his return even though I knew it wasn’t him inside. I watched tears come out of his eyes and I wiped them. He was falling apart. His collar had a bell and I asked “Fritz is that really you?” And the bell rang without him moving. And I asked, “do I need to let you go?” And the bell rang again. I put a needle in his back and his body died again.
My heart hurts so badly.
this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving
what the FUCK man.
Fritz died looking into my eyes while I held him 9 days ago and now this finds me.
My friend who went through everything with me is dead.
Thinking about all the bad things and bad people who would have never happened in my life if I didn’t spend so much time being convinced by myself and others that I was the true opposite of beautiful
Been feeling my brain growing new parts of myself that I am both excited for and terrified of. I think I will document things here. Or just write down something that felt profound on a Thursday night to laugh at on a Friday afternoon. I will say things that are humiliating 9 out of 10 times but that 1 time I get it right, I hope it grows a new part of me that I am proud to say exists because I wasn’t afraid to be embarrassing or babbling like I am doing right now.
Hello to anyone still out there.
i really hope august is beautiful for me
An update since it’s been a very long time: I found everything I was ever looking for.
I AM BACK, BABY!
Remember when I got put in tumblr jail & they never let me out?
@staff it’s been years and I still don’t know why I got flagged, please? Help?
Remember when I got put in tumblr jail & they never let me out?
From the ‘Japanese Love Story’ series, photographed by John Dominis, 1959
i am having a moment where i feel like everyone i ever loved, romantic or platonic, does not care for me and wouldn’t care if i was gone. i know that’s dramatic and i know i have people who care about me but it feels like every time i ever try to care about someone i get beaten down worse than before. i’m so sick of abusive relationships and i don’t feel like moving on is worth it because i’ll just fall into another one. it doesn’t get better.
I am so so sorry that none of us were there for you. You gave so much of yourself to every other goddamn friend on this planet. Brittany Strummer Forever.
Brittany, I am so sorry none of us saw this in time. You were so loved. Everyone was here for you. We would have found a way to fix it. I’m so sorry.
In Memoriam: For Brittany Strummer
You end up writing too many obituaries in this gig. Although even when it’s about an artist you love, you can manage to find some small measure of objectivity. There’s some comfort to be found in the barrier that separates them, the performer, from you in the audience. It’s never entirely real. Having to do this for one of our own is far more difficult. Former Punknews contributor Brittany Strummer is no longer with us. To try and make some sense of this, and to attempt in some incomplete way to capture how music Brittany’s enthusiasm and love for music impacted all of us, we asked a few of her friends to share their stories. Photo by Jackie Wilding via Punknews.org (https://pnkn.ws/2FIvzJA)
I still can’t believe this is real. Here’s to you, Brittany.
This fucking sucks.
This FUCKING SUCKS.
Iggy Pop: Golden God, Detroit 1973, by Robert Matheu