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rosie. 20 y/o piece of trash living in wellington, new zealand

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[antigonick]

he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

Richard Siken, excerpt of You Are Jeff - via @antigonick (via perfect)

[xandt]

[mimohsa]

mimohsa

[combatknife]

I’m losing my mind

[mareya]

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@lipsagainst-myskin

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Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them. We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper.

Richard Siken, Black Telephone (via clytemnestrs)

[sickpage]

Stuart Franklin

[pornosophical]

No. he said. “no,” he said. “no,” i said. “i know,” she said. “thank you,” she said. “come with me,” she said. “talk to me,” she said. “don’t worry about it,” she said. it made me want to cry. no one had seen him since. it made me feel uneasy. no one had seen him. the thought made me smile. the pain was unbearable. the crowd was silent. the man called out. the old man said. the man asked. he was silent for a long moment. he was silent for a moment. it was quiet for a moment. it was dark and cold. there was a pause. it was my turn. there is no one else in the world. there is no one else in sight. they were the only ones who mattered. they were the only ones left. he had to be with me. she had to be with him. i had to do this. i wanted to kill him. i started to cry. i turned to him.

After reading thousands of romance books, Google’s AI is writing eerie post-modern poetry

Google had a problem. Their AI engine spoke with grammatical precision and factual accuracy, but its diction remained terse and limp. They wanted it to be more conversational, so they made it read 2,865 romance novels. Now Google has a poet.

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@steinbecks

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this is so good.

via @whupassonsight

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[florels]

[smothurs]

love // daughter

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Ezra Koenig tweeted this 5 years ago and it ended up on a Beyoncé album with his name as a song credit