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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Police were there on Saturday. There was no one in the house. Oh, yes. Saturday, I took a long walk. I walked for hours in the woods. LAURA (1944) dir. Otto Preminger
I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days
Placing these one after another makes it look like he left got a lighthouse job and came back six months later to update the drive through employee
Confess something you've thought about me on anon
I doubt anyone reads this Tumblr, so Imma just throw this out here for shits and giggles.
Lara Paulussen
Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; "Suddenly, Summer"
[Text ID: There were days I didn't go out / and days I couldn't remember. / Sometimes I sat at my desk / watching the trees outside blooming, / as if we had nothing in common. / They had the sun, / I had the sun through a window. / They were beginning, / I was unsure what I was.]
Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; "Suddenly, Summer"
[Text ID: There were days I didn't go out / and days I couldn't remember. / Sometimes I sat at my desk / watching the trees outside blooming, / as if we had nothing in common. / They had the sun, / I had the sun through a window. / They were beginning, / I was unsure what I was.]
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i like getting cute morning texts like: your order has been shipped
Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House was published sixty years ago today. The novel begins with one of the best openings I have ever read:
“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I’m losing everyone while I’m finding myself.
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Maldha Mohamed.
Astounding paintings that combine realism and texture by artist Maldha Mohamed, who lives and works in Maldives.
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“Opet sam sam. Možda je i najbolje tako. Ne očekuješ pomoć i ne bojiš se izdaje. Sam. Učiniću sve što mogu, ne uzdajući se u podršku koje nema, i onda je moje sve što postignem. I zlo i dobro.”
-Meša Selimović
The Great (2020–) season one, episode one
Ahmed Arif, from “Thirty-Three Bullets,” featured in Eda: An Anthology of Contemporary Turkish Poetry