Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; "Mayakovksy"
[Text ID: I love you. I love you, / but I'm turning to my verses / and my heart is closing / like a fist.]
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Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; "Mayakovksy"
[Text ID: I love you. I love you, / but I'm turning to my verses / and my heart is closing / like a fist.]
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âif no art makes you feel anything, make your own art and feel somethingâ is too raw of a line to have come from a jenna marbles video of her painting a rainbow/polka dot seahorse saying âitâs seahorse timeâ on a denim jacket
Bunny, Mona Awad
Chen Chen, from âCraft Capsule: On Becoming a Pop Star, I Mean, a Poetâ
[text ID:Â For years I believed poetry was the only place where I could be all my selves, any self. I wrote, trying to answer the question, âHow can a poem hold the myriad meâs and realms and loves and ferocities and shards and velocitiesâthis whole multiverse that the life cannot, yet?â But can a poem do this? A book of poems? Is poetry a place?Â
I am a poet because I ask poetry to do too much, and then it does it.]
your url is wrong. how can you have a sex if you don't have a gender
the difference between sex and gender is that i didn't have gender with your mom last night. hope this helps
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
â William Shakespeare
the love you have for your friends is unparalleled
( harry styles / elvia wilk / @beetlejuices / etsy / ryan oâconnell / david whyte / @clumsyssoul / @blisslai / @fairycosmos / @tibby )
Ten Major Artists:
Wong Wong & Lulu
Pepper examining himself before commencing a self-portrait
Pepperâs self-portrait
Tiger the spontaneous reductionist
Misty goes off the wall
Minnie, the abstract expressionist
Minnieâs Reindeer in Provence, 1992.
Smokey painting after an hour in the catnip patch
Smokey at work
Gingerâs Stripped Bare Birds, 1992.
Princess, the elemental fragmentist
Charlie, the peripheral realist
this literally makes me so happy
Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other peopleâs lives? Iâm always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories Iâve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I donât speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someoneâs head.
back at it again ! / / buy prints
Postcolonial Love Poem, âWolf OR-7Ⲡby Natalie Diaz
[ID: I confuse instinct for desire - isnât bite also touch?]
can i just say that this growing trend of posts that compile quotes/artwork that are related in topic matter, is so so glorious. i love the mismatched font styles of the screenshots, i love how art in general, over various mediums, gravitates towards certain themes and i donât know how to word this but i love seeing the impact of the personality/style of different artists on those themes⌠like having light shone on something and depending on ur position it looks different, is similar to the way different artists/writers/etcâs work hits u slightly differently even when talking about the same thing⌠does that make sense idk but like itâs a clear representation of how thereâll never be âenoughâ art or âtoo muchâ art and thatâs so. wonderful i think
âMy vampiric mistress saved me from a life of poverty and destitution, but she made me wait to be turned until I was old enough to take up a trade or go to university. That way I might be taken seriously by the humans which surrounded us, and would have the pick of careers to pursue.
âUnfortunately, in the six hundred years since, cultural mores have shifted, and now appearing to be fourteen means they wonât even hire me for a weekend shift at the Burger House.â
âAnd thatâs why Iâm submitting this audition tape to the Disney Channel. Tired of your serial programming having a short shelf-life when your stars inevitably age out of their roles? I wonât age. Believe me, Iâve tried. This baby face is forever. I can play a winsome middle schooler for decades, and I can do it convincingly. Do you know how many times Iâve gone through fucking seventh graââ The video cuts off and resumes with the speaker looking noticeably more composed. âAre you sick of working with child actors? Looking for a performer whose maturity level matches yours and whose cultural references youâll understand? Iâm happy to discuss popcorn stitch knitting and World War II submarines with any of your cast and crew. I could do my own taxes if anybody would hire me for a job that generated taxable income. I mean it, Iâm a licensed CPA. They have night classes down at the learning annex, and itâs just something to do, you know? But Iâve been going for a few years in a row and the professors are getting nervous and one of them asked me whether I had a goddamn glandular condition and she was so nice about it that I couldnât justââ The video cuts off and resumes with the speaker looking noticeably less composed, holding the camera with both hands and leaning in close so the speakerâs face fills the frame. âListen. Listen. I need this job. I am perfect for this job. I will pay you if you hire me, okay? Iâm good for it. You know how much money six hundred years of compound interest will get you? Give me this fucking job or Iâll make it my lifeâs mission to buy Waltâs company and raze it to the groundââ
The tape cuts to a black screen with white block text reading THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST. I LOOK FORWARD TO HEARING FROM YOU.
Sophoclesâ Oedipus at Colonus (tr. Oliver Taplin)
[Image ID: Black serif text on a white background that reads âfevered with my private grief,â. End ID.]
Gryffindor academia (pretty much just chaotic academia):
Debates bordering on arguments with your teachers but getting away with it because you're a good student
Being on the student committee and starting every point with "I feel strongly about this"
Being generally respected by everyone in the year even if you're not exactly 'popular'
Wildly competitive even if you're rubbish at sports
Spontaneous bursts of organising student events and then standing on the sidelines because you're introverted
Complaining about how much you have to do but enjoying it deep down
Recognising that the exam system is a game you have to play to get good marks
Making bad puns during presentations which only make people smile because you find them funny
Asking any and every question that comes to your mind because some people in the class are too shy to put their hand up
Forgetting your homework, having a mild panic rant to a friend but ending it with 'it's alright, miss/sir loves me so they won't care'
Having a bonfire of all your notes after dropping a subject
Revising in the most awkward ways possible, like standing on top of tables and monologuing quotes from Hamlet to remember for your exam or sticking post-it-notes on the back of bathroom doors.
The leg-bouncing thing/drumming your fingers against the table
It's physically impossible for you not to take the stairs two at a time
Saying hi and smiling at everyone in the corridor even if they look at you like you're a lunatic
Feeling that warm sense of satisfaction when one of your jokes finally makes someone laugh (even though 90% of them fall flat)
Badly summarising things in ways that somehow still work (for example, Jane Eyre is just two ugly people falling in love even though Rochester is old enough to be Jane's dad and already has a wife that he locks in his attic)
Coming out with random facts in class that are only mildly relevant to the subject matter ('ye but Edwardian women also thought tapeworms would make them thinner so I wouldn't take their word as gospel')