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behold a crossover i made up in my head
Jackson Howell
People I met for a few moments that live in my head forever.
Babe are you okay? You reblogged crystallizedtwilight’s Strangers that live with me forever. again
Lydia Pettit
Being a flop changed my life. The world is not my oyster, I am glowing. I walked into a pole this morning. There's very little I wouldn't do for $1,000
Washing ashore must feel good as fuck
Tin Can Forest
i know i’ve talked about this before but it’s really insane when you were passively suicidal for two decades and out of the blue you catch yourself saying shit like “i’ve been trying to eat a lot of fibre because i don’t want to risk colorectal cancer in my 40s” like okay … 40s are part of the plan now?
On Seatbelts and Sunsets Hanif Abdurraqib
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Just fyi, the title is a quote by James Baldwin, but the poem is by Nikita Gill.
I shared the source of Baldwin's quote here. It's from an essay that he started writing after Kwame Ture, then still known as Stokely Carmichael, had his passport confiscated by the US government in 1967.
I also share the poem there. Nikita Gill wrote it in 2024. You can find her on Tumblr as well, @meanwhilepoetry
Here's a transcription (copied from my previous post):
"Every bombed village is my hometown" - James Baldwin And every dead child is my child. Every grieving mother is my mother. Every crying father is my father. Every home turned to rubble is the home I grew up in. Every brother carrying the remains of his brother across borders is my brother. Every sister waiting for a sister who will never come home is my sister. Every one of these people are ours, Juist like we are theirs. We belong to them and they belong to us.
so many people have inspired me to be nothing like them
by Sergio Zhukov
*lights a cigar with a match and leans back in my plush leather chair, looking out through the blinds at the city. my fuckin city.*