Blast me father, for I have cinnaboned
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we're not kids anymore.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Blast me father, for I have cinnaboned
Octavio Paz, ‘The House of Glances’ (selected lines), A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)
view from our front door
audiobooks are like 10 times longer than a podcast and contain way more information 😤
the internet seems like a distant dream
whatever we are on rn is not the internet. It's ads
YOU. WILL. WRITE. oh you want to write so bad. all the motivation is here. the plot is so good. words come to you so naturally. YOU ARE GOING TO WRITE. RIGHT NOW.
Fyodor Dostoevsky's manuscript draft of The Brothers Karamazov, 1880
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Cemeteries are not wastes of space. Historical cemeteries ESPECIALLY are not wastes of space. The fact developers are continuously foaming at the mouth to destroy them and put a strip mall up in their place should make you even more determined to help maintain them. In urban areas, they are a haven for wildlife. They are a green space. If you are too afraid of death to utilize them for that purpose, that is on you.
in 2026 DO NOT ask yourself whether your art is GOOD
instead ask:
is it SINCERE
was it CATHARTIC
was it FUN TO MAKE
is it MADE BY ME
and don't forget to stay silly
andromeda and i reading Anatomy of a Song by marc meyers
i went into the tattoo parlor and i was like ‘i scheduled a piercing’ and they were like ‘piercing’s are upstairs’ so i went up the stairs and there was a barber shop and i said i’d scheduled a piercing and they said ‘upstairs’ so i went up the stairs and there was a second tattoo shop and it was rly classic trad with two cartoon buff guys and they didn’t even let me talk, they said, ‘upstairs’ before i asked and then i went to the fourth floor and it was one single room the size of a closet with the piercer and the apprentice in the doorway like 👫🙂🙂
that was nice of spotify to make me my own playlist
this is poetry to me
[ID: A photo of a phone with a large shattered section in the screen. It's open to the Tumblr new textpost page. The drafted post reads, "-w^. this is my. internet angel ->" with the arrow pointing to the shattered part in the screen. The post has been tagged, #she guides me to the best images.
Image 2: digital illustration angel in dusty sky same colour as original phone screen. Hovering over silhouetted field, forest and house with lights on. /end ID]
THE JOB OF THE FIRST DRAFT IS TO EXIST THE JOB OF THE FIRST DRAFT IS TO EXIST
me trying to write a song