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[tinyghosthands]

[raqhaelia-deactivated20241212]

coquette kate moss lana del rey hyperfeminine gone girl the virgin suicides lizzy grant just girlboss things

[sandmandaddy69]

[firstfullmoon]

Franny Choi, from “How to Let Go of the World,” in The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On [ID in alt text]

[jb-blunk]

sometimes you find a reusable tupperwear in the back of your fridge that. well. you could wash but. goodbye. Remember the real problem is Taylor swift .

[groupieculture]

missed connections: you had a cool outfit on and we were both about the same age and you didnt even look at me

[yeahiwasintheshit]

[velocitations]

i wanna be her so bad

[portrait-of-cromulence]

I appreciate the “plastics bad” argument but goddamn you know this bitch was having the time of her LIFE right up until the very end

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Memory can be a place of safety as well as yearning. We may have regrets and wish things were different. But whilst we might want the past to be changed, it can also be a source of comfort that things must remain as they are. We can enhance the past but it will always remain there for us. The virtue of memory is that it can be sealed up. In trauma or anxiety we can either dwell on the comforting or the regrettable. There are things we can cling on to that offer us security and then there are things that increase the load. This sense of dwelling as a comfort suggests the notion of protected intimacy. This is the ordinary experience of housing as a place of sharing, caring and mutual security; it is the recognition that we do not experience our housing in the form of coherent arguments, rebuttals and discourse, but through association and the linkage of personal actions to specific places at particular times: we are located through the specificity of enclosed space and the immediacy of personal relations

Peter King, from “Memory and Exile: Time and Place in Tarkovsky’s Mirror,” Housing, Theory and Society (vol. 25, no. 1, 2008)

[lakevida]

ugh the future is so ugly and stupid and nobody is even helping me pray to the wasp god to deliver several thousand tarantula hawks unto the swagless and permeable flesh of an oil executive

[clubpenguinkiller]

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Beautiful Short Loser”, Time Is a Mother

[mysteriousgirlatlibrary-deactiv]

[metamorphesque]

   — Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems

[text ID: I confess I meant to grow/ wings and lose my mind/ I confess that I've/ forgotten what for/ Why wings and a lost mind]

[brucebocchi]

[4444555666777888999]

https://vocaroo.com/158OBdw8y8P8

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[antigonick]

Cy Twombly, The Fire The Consumes All Before It (1978)