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lobbycards

The Exorcist, Hungarian lobby card. Hungarian theatrical release 1989

excalibells

Making sure my Zoom camera is tilted at a Dutch angle to indicate to my coworkers my psychological madness

probuccalfat

non-practicing father

sivavakkiyar

Woah cool time. Edward Said’s Reflections on Exile & Other Essays as a very readable pdf. It contains a lot of his casual critical essays, a lot of him at his best. It can be a fun and educational one to just kinda poke around in v exciting

sivavakkiyar

As a necessary companion here is a similarly good PDF of Said’s The Politics of Dispossession: the Struggle for Palestinian Self-Determination, 1969-1994 which similarly collects his occasional political articles etc

#read later

oncanvas

Untitled (IN THE END), Barbara Kruger, 2017

Print on vinyl 154.2 x 409.4 cm (60.7 x 161.2 in.)

kristina100000

I want to go to the movies with you because i want us married. were gonna be so married and watching movies while married

eroscestlavie

you either get it or you gont

Say that shit my brother

eroscestlavie

you literally either get it or you gont

jessebloom

affirmations: i am very normal. i am not trapped in a lie of my own making. everything is fine. no one will uncover my web of deceit #mywebofdeceit

twinkhole-destroyer

I fuck with banana bread it’s the most delicious thing on earth why does everyone always leave me

apoemaday

Simple

by Raymond Carver

A break in the clouds. The blue outline of the mountains. Dark yellow of the fields. Black river. What am I doing here, lonely and filled with remorse?

I go on casually eating from the bowl of raspberries. If I were dead, I remind myself, I wouldn’t be eating them. It’s not so simple. It is that simple.

#poetry

apoemaday

“Where Does Such Tenderness Come From?”

by Marina Tsvetaeva tr. Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine

Where does such tenderness come from? These aren’t the first curls I’ve wound around my finger — I’ve kissed lips darker than yours.

The sky is washed and dark (Where does such tenderness come from?) Other eyes have known and shifted away from my eyes.

But I’ve never heard words like this in the night (Where does such tenderness come from?) with my head on your chest, rest.

Where does this tenderness come from? And what will I do with it? Young stranger, poet, wandering through town, you and your eyelashes — longer than anyone’s.

#dl