tomorrow

They say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving. Maybe I’m going home.

[wovi]

when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

[wovi]

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ada limón, lucky wreck

[wovi]

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heather havrilesky, ask polly

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

How else could it have ended?

— Santiago Ramón y Cajal, from “For a Secret Offense, Secret Revenge” Vacation Stories: Five Science Fiction Tales (University of Illinois Press, 2001)

[9710144]

[cocotropic2]

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[thunderstruck9]

[fitoraemusic]

Visit Original Link

The Neighbourhood // Say My Name & Cry Me A River mashup

[nobrashfestivity]

Willem de Kooning 1959

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[soracities]

“There must be a Russian word to describe what has happened between us, like ostyt, which can be used for a cup of  tea that is too hot, but after you walk to the next room, and return, it is too cool; or perekhotet, which is to want something so much over months and even years that when you get it, you have lost the desire.”

— Barbara Hamby, from ‘Letter to a Lost Friend’

[feral-ballad]

Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart; “August 24, 2018”

[feral-ballad]

My body taught me to be tender / I want a new one. / I want fangs. / A jaw with hinges wide as spite and no learned musings of a conscience.

Alison Kronstadt, Bred In Captivity

[understands]

[soracities]

Simone Weil, “Void and Compensation” (trans. Emma Craufurd), Simone Weil: An Anthology

[Text ID: “I also am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.”]

[primulaceas]

Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

[luthienne]

“How swiftly summer has fled, and what report has it borne to heaven of misspent time and wasted hours? Eternity only will answer.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. A.P. Strong, September 8, 1846

[oddly-silent]

[primulaceas]

Audre Lorde, “Digging.” The Black Unicorn

[primulaceas]

Julian K. Jarboe, “As Tender Feet of Cretan Girls Danced Once Around an Altar of Love.” Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel