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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@leewhitaker
A body is no longer a holistic system. It is not the vehicle through which we experience joy and pleasure during our brief time in the land of the living. It is not a home to live in and be happy.
—RS Benedict, Everyone is Beautiful and No One is Horny
Hunter Schafer in CUCKOO 2024, dir. Tilman Singer
Obsessed with this interior description
BE KIND TO ME, OR TREAT ME MEAN; I’LL MAKE THE MOST OF IT, I’M AN EXTRAORDINARY MACHINE
Yesterday I was a shark culled out of the water to die. Imagine to not know the sun apart from a biblical, shimmering blanket across the sky and then it is the last thing you see: You are at the end, and also you were always wrong.
the cult killer to cult sympathizer pipeline is real
Victims
I remember being about nineteen years old in the waiting room at the Stanford medical facility for eating disorders. I had come straight from a lecture, and I was by myself. I had my earbuds in. I was finding the next song, which always took awhile, but what I heard instead was a couple of older male voices, for whatever reason:
From Mama, Do You Love Me? by Barbara M. Joosse, illustrated by Barbara Lavallee
The Snowglobe
My snowglobe of New York City shattered on the floor while I was busy losing my virginity. The light was dim, but I knew exactly where it stood on my desk, so I had a vague sense of where it landed on my floor. The noise was such a startling interruption that the boy and I exchanged a look, and for a moment I could tell we were both considering taking a brief respite from using our bodies as callow, nervous instruments of passion to clean up the damp shards.
"im so over it" <- guy who has not even begun to crest the hill
always harrowing at the end of laundry day putting the clothes you wore to the laundromat in the fresh empty hamper
The Los Angeles House, 1995
look at this teapot lamp i found in a random cafe/store i visited??! i couldn’t find this exact lamp on their website but i’m still linking it just in case <3
@thecinnamonpeeler <3
Chagual (Puya alpestris ssp. zoellneri) by Alexis Ceballos Â
Spot illustration for the Mockingbird.