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noahverrier

My oil painting of an Uncrustable

angelfacedoll

solarianloverboi

THC is the glue keeping me together

webweabings

I WANT YOU TO BE MINE. SELFISHLY, THOUGHTLESSLY, MINE

@vaitiolo ; // “Orpheus and Eurydice”, by Virgil; // H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West (w. April, 1913); // “No, I don’t miss the dissipated night’s”, by Alexander Pushkin (tr. by D.M. Thomas) (1832); // “Blue is the Warmest Color”, by Ghalia Lacroix (2013); // “The Voyage Out”, by Virginia Woolf (1915); // Virgina Woolf; // “Soft Human”, by Emery Allen (2019)

metamorphesque

"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen

sunsbleeding

metamorphesque

"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen

glowcowboy

i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp

asapwalky

Attention >>> Late night calls >>> Long paragraphs >>> Waist gripping >>> Ass grabbing >>> Reassurance >>> Loyalty >>>

deviika

—Fyodor Dostoevsky

s0mewhere-only-we-know

A WORK OF FICTION

I hope that when they come, it’s quick; that when we stare down the barrels of their guns they see resolve in our eyes, not fear; that when the world sees it happen they will be outraged and not silent; that the rest of the world will grant us more kindness than we had for them.

I hope that when future generations tell our stories they’ll talk about how we joked our way to the end and embraced it; that we put up a fight but most importantly that we refused to give up our joy even while in chains; even when they took everything.

I hope that those of us who make it refuse to let it happen again and do not become so blinded by the trauma that not only are we willing to let history repeat itself but that we allowed it to make us the tyrants.

I hope that the next generation and the ones after that remember that it wasn’t just tragic but that it was also beautiful; that we found strength in our community when half of our country turned on us; that we sang and wrote and painted and marched and protested and finally smiled at the sight of their guns upon our temples and we never gave them the satisfaction of seeing how afraid we were; not just for ourselves but for the people we loved and would be leaving behind. For the ones who didn’t get to just die but also had to endure.

These words, a work of fiction, a dystopian nightmare we will never have to see come to life, I hope.

Good Night world.

surqrised

“Don’t wait for things to get easier, simpler, better. Life will always be complicated. Learn to be happy right now. Otherwise, you’ll run out of time.”

— Unknown