"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
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"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
And when you're ready, you try again.
Forgive yourself
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ఌ )
i love that i took all these random pictures of me studying, going to the library, listening to music, scribbling notes, getting flowers - it just feels a very different life altogether from college till now. it also kinda feels weird how things have changed so much but then maybe not so much. i am still the same person in a lot of ways, but i have also changed a hell lot. i like who i am now but i so dearly miss the younger me. she’d be proud, for sure :)
obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice’.
we should start making zines about cool research papers
im intensely uncomfortable around others especially when im not drunk and every time i have to go out i make a mental note to stay home as much as i can afterwards because at least i don't have to perform there and then i end up in my room for 6 months at a time and my life comes to a stand still while everyone else's goes on and i don't know how much longer any of this can continue but it always does
“You will need to let go a million-and-one times in the next few years. Make sure you let go for good. Don’t wait on text messages. Don’t find a way to make people linger and wait in the loss of you. It’s selfish to hold onto a person when you’ve already gotten the clarity that tells you to let them go. That person is supposed to go out there and love someone different. They’re supposed to mess up with someone else. They’re supposed to kiss someone else and buy flowers for someone else.”
— Hannah Brencher (via miracles-and-distances)
I think everyone should make dumb ugly zines and bad music and write shitty books with weird premises and publish them for pay what you will online. I think people should write plays that are only ever intended to be performed with their friends in their living rooms. I think people who like ttrpgs should explore bizarre itch.io games and new systems that have no affiliation whatsoever with any major publishing house. If youre lucky enough to have a cool local community radio station nearby you should listen to that and what people close to you have to say and what they're creating that has no focus on being nationally appealing. I just think creation should be more joyful and local both in a geographic sense and a personal and social sense and unconcerned with whether or not it will be commercially viable or slick or even good beyond your own pride in it. And I think it's good to seek out art that exists for its own sake or to appeal to the community it was created within
“As far as words go, ‘crying’ is louder and ‘weeping’ is wetter. When people explain the difference between the two to English-language learners they say that weeping is more formal, can sound archaic in everyday speech. You can hear this in their past tenses—the plainness of 'cried’, the velvet cloak of 'wept’. I remember arguing once with a teacher who insisted 'dreamt’ was incorrect, dreamed the only proper option. She was wrong, of course, in both philological and moral ways, and ever since I’ve felt a peculiar attachment to the t’s of the past: weep, wept, sleep, slept, leave, left. There’s a finality there, a quiet completion, of which ’d’ has never dreamt.”
— Heather Christle, from The Crying Book
“I no longer know If I wish I to drown my self in love, vodka or the sea.”
— Franz Kafka
You don’t even realize how good it’s going to get
“Once she stopped rushing through life, she was amazed at how much more life she had time for.”
— Unknown