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New Years is a time to reflect on all the BIRDS we’ve seen this year, and to look forward to all the BIRDS we’ll see in the year to come
won't beef with people younger than me because that's embarrassing for me. won't beef with people older than me because that's embarrassing for them. won't beef with people my age because i know we both have better shit to be doing. peace and lovr on planet earth
I <3 MY BED #mybed
a very short poem for august (s.r.m.)
“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
— joy sullivan
a very big tree in gongqing forest park共青森林公园 in shanghai
Ok less brooding and moping and analysing and lethargy and melancholy and inertia more ACTION even within the limited field available to me. More leaving the house more discipline more drive more fire more relentlessness more joy!!!!
hi. this is probably really weird because you don’t know me and I don’t know you, but I saw your tags about starting uni in two weeks and I just wanted to wish you the best of luck!! I also start uni in two weeks (wtf) so I know how you’re feeling - we got this!! <3
omg im sorry i only just saw this but thank u sm, this is so sweet!! :') i moved in a few days ago and so far im enjoying it!! i hope the start of uni goes well for u too, if u haven't already started !! <3
Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "Meditations in an Emergency", Dispatch
moodboard !
louise glück, from averno
its september time to build a new life
thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.
this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!
I know what it’s like to be afraid of something that may or may not happen. I know what it’s like to be preoccupied. I know what it’s like to put my quarters in the washing machine and forget if I ever took my dirty jeans out of the closet and put them in the bag to be washed. I know what it’s like to feel something both immense and vague while being engrossed in the specific. I know what it’s like to be scared that this life is my life. I know what it’s like to be scared that I am not who I am, or be scared that I am who I am. I know what it’s like, I am trying to say, to be alive when being alive means nothing more than being alive. The laundry every other week. The dread of what should not give me dread. The cold pizza on the counter. I haven’t called my mother in a long time.
— Devin Kelly, Ordinary Plots: Alicia Mountain’s “A Deer Mistaken for a Statue of a Deer”
Anne Carson (2009)
Arthur S. Way (1898)
George Theodoridis (2010)
Ian C. Johnston (2010)
E.P. Coleridge (1910)
Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)
John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)
R. Potter (1906)
M. L. West (1987)
William Arrowsmith (1958)
Philip Vellacott (1972)
Michael Wodhull (1782)
Kenneth McLeish (1997)
David Kovacs (2002)
Andrew Wilson (1993)
Euripides - Original (408 BCE)
man with excellent self restraint dismayed to realize that not wanting anything is more likely a depression symptom than a carefully honed skill that atones for other aspects of his character