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Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
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your dashboard is mothed ི༘ ࿔̥̊ཐི༏ཋྀ
Charles Wright, from "A Journal of the Year of the Ox", The World of Ten Thousand Things: Poems 1980-1990 [ID'd]
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“I want the cottage. I want the
green grass and the tomato plants.
I want the peace in you;
the front porch rocking chair lullaby;
our cricket legs rubbing
together under the covers.
We can’t have it all. I know
that, but humor me. We can’t
have it all, but we can have most of it.”
- excerpt from Caitlyn Siehl, Apple Pie Life (after Ali Shapiro’s “American Dream”)
“Sometimes I imagine my own autopsy. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failures: kishkes. When the clocks are turned back and the dark falls before I’m ready, this, for reasons I can’t explain, I feel in my wrists. And when I wake up and my fingers are stiff, almost certainly I was dreaming of my childhood. Yesterday I saw a man kicking a dog and I felt it behind my eyes. I don’t know what to call this, a place before tears. The pain of forgetting: spine. The pain of remembering: spine. All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist: my knees. To everything a season, to every time I’ve woken only to make the mistake of believing for a moment that someone was sleeping beside me: a hemorrhoid. Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.”
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)
“I miss you so much it feels gross. It feels wet. It feels nauseating. I want to rip out my heart and shake it like a magic eight ball.“Is this okay, is this okay, is this okay or does it make me weak?””
— “Ask Again Later” Trista Mateer
Three years ago today. I love this bit of video. Not sure why.
“I didn’t know that the war was still inside you, that there was a war to begin with, that once it enters you it never leaves—but merely echoes”
— Ocean Vuong, “A Letter to My Mother that She Will Never Read ” (via bulgakeov)
“Your neck looks best when you are drinking wine right from the bottle and I know the length you like to keep your fingernails. You are cute when you hum to music and think no one is listening. I like to watch your hands when you are talking on the phone and imagining I’m the only person in the world who knows these details. If you ever go missing, I will describe you to the police by explaining the way your breath sounds and how your jaw looks when you are laughing.”
— anne, little things (via junecoast)
“The shortest poem is a name.”
— Anne Michaels from A Definition of Fiction and Poetry (via lesgardenias)
a body inside my body. amazing, but that’s no holy thing. telling ur mom. giving me clothes. winter with sun on the side. egg drop soup. seven linen sheets, all white. the wonders of the world. I found them. crouched in ur sunroom behind the monkey ashtray. such specific taste. Spanish tongue. dark hair and I’m uglier than that. so being with u is the late & sweet garden scene in the princess diaries. I say, why me? why me? then, no matter what, we kiss.
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a little town in the desert that you have to be lost to find
{praise the rain - joy harjo / @coyote-west / the saint of lost causes - justin townes earle / @dappermouth / pissing contest (or an interrogation on behalf of a lover who is no longer mine) - @silasdenvermelvin / unknown / their eyes were watching god - zora neale hurston / old black train - the blasting company / once in a while you get shown the light - crystal dipietro / last stand - adam joseph}
[ID: a 10 image litstack
image 1: black text on a white background. "praise crazy. praise sad. / praise the path on which we're led. / praise the roads on earth and water. / praise the eater and the eaten. / praise beginnings; praise the end. / praise the song and praise the singer."
image 2: a red, maroon, and light tan drawing on a tan background. it shows desert mountains with some scraggly plants, a cactus, a snake, and a big red sun. red text says "the west has made a deal with the sun"
image 3: black text on white background. "you know the folks that's most afraid of the wolf / if you really stop and think / throughout time, between a wolf and a shepherd / who do you think has killed more sheep?"
image 4: a digital painting of a black wolf in a dim, snowy landscape. text underneath it reads "you feel you've been here, once before, in a memory that was not quite yours"
image 5: black text on a white background. "have you shot a gun? is your / blood authentic? is your blood / authentic? is your blood authentic? / can you prove it to me?"
image 6: a traditional colored print of a skeleton wearing a black cowboy hat and a red bandana. we see their bust floating over a scene of a graveyard with crosses, cactus, a bull skull, and two human skulls wearing hats. theres a mound of dirt with a shovel in it and a large rising sun. the text reads "live fast / die last"
image 7: black text on white background. "half gods are worshiped with wine and flowers. real gods require blood"
image 8: black text on a burnt orange background. "come on now, young strangers / weren't you someone's son? / how'd you find this depot / cause it aint where you belong"
image 9: a realistic traditional painting of desert shrubs and mountains with a cloudy sky. the painting is done in steel blues and bright orange
image 10: black text on white background. "i'll bet you thought this'd last, cowboy / but nothin ever does - / it's just this wasteland / and it's just god / and it's just us." end ID]