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you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

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After the Comeback (cover of the June 22, 2026 issue of The New Yorker), Pierre-Emmanuel Lyet, 2026

#ily nyc

stuckinapril

vivacias

What's a book written by a woman that changed your life or that you consider a classic? Any genre, any language.

#this question would honestly be harder if it was books by a man #but yeah everyone knows. thank you barbara kingsolver and rosaria munda and sally rooney #flannery o’connor and jacqueline harpman and toni morrison and donna tartt #margaret atwood and charlotte perkins gilman and shirley jackson

fudamnshi

(barely contained rage) wow. im so happy for you. enjoy your happy and healthy relationship

annori

Barbara Kingsolver from Demon Copperhead (2022)

#quote of all time #except every line from this book is a quote of all time #demon copperhead

chamomile-teabag

WHAT ARE YALL READING RN you must tell me

#rereading demon copperhead by barbara kingsolver #every good thing anyone has ever said about this novel is true btw

remnantglow

#rf kuang #she could be such a good writer if she was a good writer

jon-lox

sometimes i agree with haters of california and sometimes i take a drive and im like "well. im sorry our state is so diverse and vivacious and has big tits and ass"

macklesufficient

here’s the mood

achesspiece

in chess the queens can kill each other which is toxic yuri and the kings can never get within a square of each other which is doomed yaoi

flowerbleedme

you can have sex with music or abstract concepts but we still haven't found a way to have sex with people

onadarklingplain

Hanif Abdurraqib: On Seatbelts and Sunsets

sashayed

Everything Is Waiting for You

Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding out your solo voice. You must note the way the soap dish enables you, or the window latch grants you freedom. Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity. The stairs are your mentor of things to come, the doors have always been there to frighten you and invite you, and the tiny speaker in the phone is your dream-ladder to divinity. Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

David Whyte (b. 1955) in River Flow: New & Selected Poems, 2012