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Maria Mazziotti Gillan, from “Ghost Voices”

Me to my roommate in 2011

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Melissa Stein

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Photo from Planet X, GHE20G0TH1K’s pop-up shop

Back to December 🤝 Midnight Rain

The right man if you liked men

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The gayest part of Taylor’s discography is calling men toys in Better Than Revenge.

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All this slipped away like your memory of the night you don’t remember.

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I think I am a better ghost than I am a human being

Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede, Richard Siken | Ghosts of right now, Dillon Samuelson | Faces in the Crowd, Valeria Luiselli

Oh, it's a need, it's a need

I would go anywhere that you lead

I am hopeless, breathless, burning slow

Touch me, hold me, tell me, "I won't let you go"

I won't leave, it's a need

-TS, Need (unreleased Lover track)

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maybe i loved you 💘

I was asked by a friend the other day if I had ever been in love. The question struck me as something unanswerable. Taken aback, I couldn’t

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BIRTHDAY PARTY

I’m living only in the dark, as a traveler in 2.5 seconds of daylight from a couch to a bed and I can’t explain it. Small parties, dark parties, dead parties, and the burn makes it more like the movies, montage, gaining company- this we live for, be it small, dark, dead, or company consensually alive in moments of blinking understanding under the down beat, or crowded company inhaling in the shower, moving, or silent company staring at small, dark, dead parties on the screen, blinking like the strobes or the lighter in her hand. Kinetic cells in the crowded wet corners of Aphrodite’s lips emit nothing but giggles and sighs and kisses connecting, rubbing against deep polyester shadow here to be touched, synchronized high, good time, good night.

-wrote winter term

Save Me I’m Fine

There’s a pain deep down that I can’t name

So I lash out and place blame

A slow burn, it all feels the same

Grief is a word I can’t connect with

It all feels the same

The grey skies, sunshine

It all feels the same

They said you were a nice boy so nice

You cut me deep down

So only the parts of me you like are left

Red marks like hickeys only deeper

Like kisses only sicker

Blood from a computer chord wrapped around my neck

Aided by the liquor ingested to feel numb

And the tightening of his grip

Aching alone in the pitch black night

They said you were a nice boy so nice

Rose petals fall faded on my skin

And I was thinking it’s time to feel something new

I’ll never be able to erase you

But oh sometimes I wish I could

I wish I could

#late nights with you #something i wrote

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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Sin"

[Text ID: "In that quiet vacant dark / I looked into his mystic eyes, / found such longing that my heart / fluttered impatient in my breast. / In that quiet vacant dark / I sat beside him punch-drunk, / his lips released desire on mine, / grief unclenched my crazy heart."]

You can have me, if you want me.

#late nights with you

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