dj play a 6pm breeze in 2007
noise dept.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
The Stonewall Inn
sheepfilms
todays bird
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Keni

shark vs the universe
Cosmic Funnies

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
RMH
Mike Driver

bliss lane

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Sweet Seals For You, Always

roma★

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dj play a 6pm breeze in 2007
Cesar Aira
"i look forward to hearing back" implies a beautiful world that runs on sense-direction combinations. i smell sideways to tasting up. i palpate inwards to listening diagonal, so that i can hunger clockwise
the year was Two Thousand and twenty-four. I took a puff of my Electronic-Cigarette, inhaling the vapours. my mobile terminal buzzed in my pocket, a flat slab of microchips and glossy touchscreen. I ignored it....... probably another Electronic-Mail
btw dating sucks as a concept.
meeting up with someone with the explicit goal of figuring out whether or not you want a relationship with them spoils the dynamic. it sucks. it's terrible. fall in love with your friends like normal people.
as expected this one is a hit with the autism website
I thought, this is what grief reveals: that love is full of mistakes.
A.D. Lauren-Abunassar, "Soliloquy" from Coriolis
WRITINGS
i am an exit (the Bucky Barnes fanfic you've all heard so much about)
summary below
A broken, disillusioned Steve Rogers is afflicted by a delusion that the mysterious assassin who nearly killed him is actually his best friend, who died 70 years ago. SHIELD wants to lock him up and return him to being a perfect, sparkling nationalist symbol as quickly as possible. Sam Wilson, who has wrestled with his own disillusionment and his own ghosts, knows that Steve needs compassion and the support of a true friend, not a forced regime of recovery that takes away what is left of his shattered autonomy. Meanwhile, as Natasha tries to track down the Winter Soldier, her discoveries get more and more disturbing. She uncovers footage of the Soldier being subjected to, and forced to commit, horrific acts to maintain Hydra's cruel hierarchy. What's more, his resemblance to Steve's dead friend is too close to be coincidence. Sam and Natasha grow determined to stop the Soldier from being recaptured by his abusers, but how will Steve react when he learns the true extent of the Soldier's torture, and the true horror of what he was twisted into? Is the Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes? Or is he something wearing Bucky Barnes's face? Which of those things is worse?
My Wikipedia poems
Black Hole
Legend
Stranger
Hotel
Asteroid
Abyssal Plain
Lightning
Monster
Polar Night
Dragon
Disaster Taxon
i recently had a thought. which, as you can imagine, was stressful
i'm writing a full-length novel about a shark that fucks people
Editor killed herself. Back to the drawing board...
Commenting "may this type of love never find me" under your high school classmates engagement photos
u donr have to go to work. stay in bedworld where the pillows are ten miles high and the rivers flow with soft. life could be a dream
i’m sure it works for some people but the thought of marrying your high school sweetheart from your little hometown without ever experiencing anything without them sounds like a punishment for some unforgivable and inhumane act you carried out in a previous life
they tried to kill me for this post
I have a client who communicates exclusively via Microsoft Word.
If she has something to tell me, I’ll receive an email with nothing in the body, but a Word doc attached. That’s where she writes her message.
Whenever she wants to email me a photo, she does so via an empty Word doc with said photo set as its background.
But my favorite thing was the first time I witnessed her visiting a website. She had me spell the URL (“W… W… W… dot…”) and with my own two eyes I watched her type it into Word, made it a hyperlink, and Ctrl click it to go there.
I was so fascinated I didn’t even say anything.
a different microsoft world
relevant xkcd
Roberto Bolaño