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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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EXPECTATIONS
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we're not kids anymore.
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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macklin celebrini has autism

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Dirk Braeckman
Le Baisé, 1980 | Jean Daniel Cadinot
To Putrefaction by Karolina Urbaniak and Martin Bladh 2013
𝔄 𝔫𝔲𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔩. (ℭ𝔷𝔢𝔠𝔥 ℜ𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔠)☢️
ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVS FROM LAST YEAR
Parce que tu as vingt ans / Que tu croques à la vie
Comme à un fruit vermeil / Que l'on cueille en riant
UNTITLED.
Language itself is a revenant – that is, a ghost that walks again by repeating and being repeatable. It is older than the speaker, and it will live long after the speaker has died, thus indicating a future to come that is a repetition of the past and the present but still different. Language speaks the speaker, as if ghosts of past generations possesses them in order for them to express themselves to ghosts of the present as well as those of the future.
— Line Henriksen, “Spread the Word”: Creepypasta, Hauntology, and an Ethics of the Curse, 2018.
Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.
— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.