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Urban Design Lab posted these great pics of an architect's life before CAD ...
architects laying on their drafts, kicking their feet up and twirling their hair...
Just found out I was thirsty not by receiving a signal from my body about it but by dozing off and dreaming about cold water from different alluring angles. This is great. I think all my wants and needs should be revealed to me this way
Haiti Archives 1930-1970
Anti-government graffiti and posters seen in Indonesia to protest revisions to the Armed Forces Law that will integrate the Indonesian military into civil government institutions
“Start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. He was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking. He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen because you had him first, and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and pretending to understand. Repeat to yourself “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” until you fall asleep and dream of the place where nothing is red. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep. Here are your upturned hands. Give them to him and watch how he prays like he is learning his first words. Start by pulling him out of another fire, and putting him back together with the pieces you find on the floor. There is so much to forgive, but you do not know how to forget. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the world from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do, so you won’t let him. Tell him that you will never know any better. Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, “Start Here”
Me @ me. I do deserve a break. Fuck the grind. I’m grazing in the pastures now.
Joy Sullivan, "Exodus", Instructions for Traveling West
anyways you know when you’re talking to someone who’s nuts but you adore them and want very badly to reach them in their madness because you know exactly how alone they are in there and by some miracle they get to talking about the personal delusions that shepherded them through the worst of the worst of the nightmare and you realize that by taking on the language and imagery and internal logic of those delusions you can speak to them in a way that makes emotional sense in a deep and profound fashion that contributes to them momentarily feeling less alienated and abandoned, I think you should try it sometime, it opens some weird doors.
when i was a teenager and i learned about how light pollution and a certain billionare’s satellites obscure the night sky and all of its glory that humans have looked up and admired for hundreds of thousands of years, i always kept the mantra ‘they would steal even the skies from you’ hidden deep in my gut like a warning
but now i’m in my 20s and in the midst of a plague, having to watch corporate entities like space x and jeff bezos scramble for a piece of the infinite vastness of our universe while we’re all down expected to toil for their gains, live in an age of widespread sickness where we can’t be granted healing or rest without a profit, have every single piece of our lives cut up and dressed for sale like a butchered animal, from basic human needs to human expression. and now that same mantra comes to mind, but now instead of a cautionary warning it sits in my chest and my throat bc it has gone from a warning to a certainty. they will steal even the skies from you.
i think everyone should be sillier. i think life would be better that way. i used a marker pen to change the label on the oat milk so that it says boat milk and now i crack up laughing every time i open the fridge
cheers to the little god i worship by drinking coffee out of the same mug every morning
“too much love” - photo sequence by katja kemnitz
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“there is a hunger often associated with pain that you feel when you look at someone you used to love and enjoyed loving and want to love again though you know you can’t that gnaws at you”
— Nikki Giovanni, excerpt of “Untitled”, in The Collected Poetry of Nikki Giovanni
what if we were vampires in love forever