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strife for excellence

[anthropoetics]

readings: essays, articles & short stories pt. 2

the winter of civilisation

fruits we'll never taste, languages we'll never hear: the need for needless complexity

emily dickinson and the creative solitude of space

the lost art of looking at nature

the bowl, the ram and the folded map: navigating the complicated world

ada limón on preparing the body for a reopened world

before it was 'bittersweet', nostalgia was seen as a parasite

why alien languages could be far stranger than we imagine

the fig leaf, benjamin shane evans

cat pianos, sound-houses, and other imaginary musical instruments

of shark moves, shell shocks, and trash landings on the moon

as bright as a feather — ostriches, home dyeing, and the global plume trade

getting ahead, jonas karlsson

do these florida dolphins have a language?

the form of a demon and the heart of a person: kitagawa utamaro's prints of yamauba and kintarō (ca. 1800)

who needs ai text-generation when there's erasmus of rotterdam

when memories from fiction become part of who you are

how do transgender people remember their earlier selves?

[floridakilo]

Love don’t be shy - Kilian

[floralpoeticss]

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

— L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

[holybeings]

i love when people are honest i love it even when its embarrassing nothing is embarrassing and when something is true it feels good there's nothing like it

[ishowdespair-deactivated2026012]

[shisasan]

June 2, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[uremotionalaloof]

James Burton “JB” Mauney

[nomorechoirs]

fr. “Antilamentation” by Dorianne Laux

[maudmartha]

[ID: Text reading, "Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication. Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot, the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones that crimped your toes, don’t regret those. Not the nights you called god names and cursed your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch, chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness. You were meant to inhale those smoky nights over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches. You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still you end up here. Regret none of it, not one of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing, when the lights from the carnival rides were the only stars you believed in, loving them for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved. You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake, ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by." /end ID]

[theresbloodonyouu]

[omnifuneral]

been thinking about that apocryphal Jung quote re: haterism:

The world is full of people suffering from the effects of their own unlived life. They become bitter, critical, or rigid, not because the world is cruel to them, but because they have betrayed their own inner possibilities. The artist who never makes art becomes cynical about those who do. The lover who never risks loving mocks romance. The thinker who never commits to a philosophy sneers at belief itself. And yet, all of them suffer, because deep down they know: the life they mock is the life they were meant to live.

[peaceandlovetechnology]

[taujr-resort]

[muddingseason]

[tobaccopuff]

[azyushka]

and she is probably with a few of them right now and they are probably just drinking and talking about how she misses getting fucked up and hanging around and he says hey you’re good at that and she says thanks, it’s kind of all i got. and then she looks away and says it’s also, all i need.

[ialwaysbelieve]

[bellafleurz]

addison rae photographed by by ellen von unwerth