[sorrydetka]

see you at the equator.

severance, 2.10 ‘cold harbor’ // the guest by anna akhmatova

[sorrydetka]

cause even in the dark i feel your resistance. you can see my heart burning in the distance. baby, baby, baby! i’m your man. you lose your way, just take my hand. you're lost at sea, then i’ll command your boat to me again. don’t look too far, right where you are, that's where i am. i’m your man.

[sorrydetka]

argentina could show up to the game with an ak 47, shoot a player in the leg and then the ref would card the injured player for not letting messi score

[sorrydetka]

walking my gay dog with a walking boot, my leopard print bra peeking out of my top, the shortest low rise shorts i own, my balenciaga city bag, and blasting leonard cohen in my headphones…. it’s me against the world baby!!!

[sorrydetka]

mitch mcconnell brain dead and lindsey graham dead dead HAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAA

[sorrydetka]

lolita by vladimir nabokov // leaves of grass by walt whitman

[sorrydetka]

generations, a memoir by lucille clifton

[metamorphesque]

On Individual and Cosmic Loneliness, E. M. Cioran (translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston)

[elainiisms]

[sorrydetka]

far away, in some lovely way i hear your call… whatever happened to them all? whatever happened to us all? i know that we've never met before, but that was then, and now i need you more. is someone here keeping the score? is there only dying at your door? taking me down off this cross, lay me down! down, down in the dust. love, take my hand across the crowd. i have been digging underground, whatever remains is yet to be found.

[sorrydetka]

every world cup everyone remembers how racist argentina is, how corrupt their team is, and how much everyone in latin america fucking hates them and i smile

[twothousandeight]

1. Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text, trans. Richard Miller

2. George Bataille, Erotism: Death And Sensuality, trans. Mary Dalwood

[sorrydetka]

I LOVE MAKING PLAYLISTS FOR MY FRIENDS!!!! I LOVE RECEIVING PLAYLISTS FROM MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!

[sorrydetka]

i wanna hold the hand inside you. i wanna take the breath that's true. i look to you and i see nothing.

[sorrydetka]

near to the wild heart by clarice lispector

[sorrydetka]

and now i’m hard, too hard to know. i don't cry when I'm sad anymore, no. no. tears calcify in my tummy! fears coincide with the tow! how can i ask anyone to love me? when all i do is beg to be left alone? oh when i try to love i can love the same man in the same bed in the same city! but not in the same room. it's a pity…

[sorrydetka]

had a dream leonard cohen and i were lovers staying at a shitty motel by disneyland