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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
noise dept.
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if i look back, i am lost
Xuebing Du
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Show & Tell
One Nice Bug Per Day
Stranger Things
gracie abrams
RMH
Cosmic Funnies
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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ellievsbear
#extradirty
Mike Driver
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@sapphicterror
“I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.”
— John Muir, quoted in Samuel Hall Young‘s Alaska Days with John Muir
i want what david cronenberg has
nice wound. Could use some salt though
have you reopened the wound? will you reopen the wound? when will you reopen the wound?
linda gregg “new york address” 1985
if I just had the presence of mind and the wherewithal and the chutzpah and the bandwidth and the executive function and the energy and the mental resources and the spoons and the right attitude and the capacity and the gumption and th
mary oliver, staying alive
i havent done anything or been anyone ever
bobbin lace benediction veil, flanders c. 16-1700s.
“I learned that just beneath the surface there’s another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as a kid, but I couldn’t find the proof. It was just a feeling. There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force - a wild pain and decay - also accompanies everything.”
— David Lynch
they hate me because the years of memory loss has purified my mind
Lunch Poems / Frank O’Hara
—St Paul and all that
t shirt that says I MISS EVERYONE I WAS EVER FLEETINGLY CLOSE TO SO MUCH THAT IT KILLS
“Stop thinking about saving your fragile face. Tell us your particularized world. Make up a story. Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. We will not blame you if your reach exceeds your grasp. We will not blame you if your words go down in flames and nothing is left but the raw-scald. We will not blame you if, with the reticence of a surgeon’s hands, your words suture only the red places where blood might flow. We will not blame you because we know you can never do it properly: once and for all. Passion is never enough. Talent is never enough. Skill is never enough. But try. For our sake and yours. So. Forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul. You, so blessed with occasional blindness, can speak the language that tells us what only language can: how to see without pictures. We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”
— Toni Morrison, The Nobel Lecture In Literature, 1993
Does anyone care if the boulder is happy does anyone imagine the boulder to be happy? Or is everything about that other guy
Richard Hell’s East Village apartment
in the back of the club observing gender relations
