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Jude St. Francis Stan // English Degree Holder

[reverie-quotes]

Besides, sometimes, to resolve desire, it's better to let the thing bloom. To feel this thing, to let it catch you unaware, to hold onto the ache. What is better than believing you are heading towards love?

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

[smokefalls]

Perhaps that is how we should frame this question forever; rather than asking what is your favourite book, let’s ask, what continues to pull you back?

Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

[resqectable]

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

[quotefeeling]

“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from “Tea”

[correctopinionhaver]

[supercollide]

september

moments from a little life

[exitwound]

you are not a wasteland you just need ibuprofen and a hot bath and a shower and a nutritious meal and some water and some fresh air and to do something productive and to do something creative and to do something that takes physical exertion and to do something social

[psikonauti]

Cornelis Kick (Dutch,1631-1681)

Still Life with a Lemon and pink Roses

Oil on canvas

[superchillnormalgirl]

The girl on the couch by Pang Xunqin

[kosmogrl]

[reemillustrated]

snoopy read a little life... thoughts and prayers

[mothmansboywife]

I am unfortunately just like other guys. I like trashy horror, dog poems, cannibalism as a metaphor for obsessive devotion, religious imagery, people who use my name in a sentence, academic validation, lying for fun, being bisexual and bleeding out in the snow.

[julykings]

i’m not sure i’m capable of being loved right now / i feel safe in my quiet way of living and telling my secrets to thread & paper / i don’t know what i’d say if you asked me to know myself / more

[pjshermann]

whenever the "trauma porn" arguers talk about how "every adult jude met in his childhood were evil, how is that realistic?" I'm reminded of the few adults in Jude's youth who DID do right by him.

I think about the police officers who broke down the doors of the motel room, who held Jude and told him he was safe now. The only gripe I have with them is being too slow to arrest Luke before he offed himself and for not removing Jude from the room first thing.

I think about the detectives who found Jude in the field with Traylor. Who were the ones to arrest Traylor, the ones to take Jude to the hospital, and the ones who made sure that Traylor was put behind bars. The ones who came to Jude's college to tell him personally that the man who hurt him was dead and there was nothing to fear anymore. They were proud of him and told him so.

I think about the Douglasses, who took Jude in and cared for him. Who tailored their home for kids like Jude, kids with mobility aids. I think about Mr. Douglass, who sat outside the bathroom ready to step in if Jude slipped and fell. They told him to keep in touch.

I wonder if any of these adults ever saw Jude in the news, in the press, or even saw the paintings JB made of him. I wonder if they ever thought about him.

[muppethole-deactivated20240312]

nothing makes me blush quite like a michael leonard painting

[muppethole-deactivated20240312]

just the way these paintings sit in the center of some precarious intersection of mundanity, voyeurism, casual nudity, and unassuming sexuality. each inhabits one of those moments where you steal a glance and then quickly force yourself to look away, except now the moment is lovingly rendered as a lush, warm vignette that invites you to look longer because of its very nature as a painting. the tension, the drama, the mystique. dare i say... exquisite

[moomin279]

When your card declines at therapy so they remind you how Jude knows for certain how true the axiom of equality is, because he himself––his very life––has proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.