“W.H. Hudson says that birds feel something akin to pain (and fear) just before migration and that nothing alleviates this feeling except flight (the rapid motion of wings.).”
— Lorine Niedecker. Between Your House and Mine.
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Three Goblin Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Stranger Things
trying on a metaphor
occasionally subtle

ellievsbear

titsay
$LAYYYTER
Peter Solarz
Sade Olutola

if i look back, i am lost
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Not today Justin
Keni
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@ulrikk3
“W.H. Hudson says that birds feel something akin to pain (and fear) just before migration and that nothing alleviates this feeling except flight (the rapid motion of wings.).”
— Lorine Niedecker. Between Your House and Mine.
ms angelou i will never get over this
I turned 30, I quit my job teaching, I write a sentence every day, it feels like sometimes I’m cradling a raw egg in a spoon, I eat a lot of spicy food, looking at emails or writing is no longer one of my responsibilities, I fall in the pit/I climb out of the pit, I don’t text my exes, my cat is my friend and my enemy, I am getting used to being myself and by myself. I love my friends and my family and my house. I know I’m lucky and I even sometimes feel it. TGIf it’s spring bitches
Kathleen Graber, The Eternal City: Poems
I wonder how many years I’ve spent feeling criminal and now how many years I have to spend feeling free
"I wish children didn't die. I wish they would be temporarily elevated to the skies until the war ends. Then they would return home safe, and when their parents would ask them “Where were you?” They would say “We were “playing in the clouds” Ghassan Kanafani, Palestinian author and leader of PFLP.
Six years after his assassination, a collection of his stories entitled “Ghassan Kanafani’s Children” was published in Beirut. Most of its heroes are children, and it is directed to young people. It was accompanied by paintings by the Syrian artist Burhan al-Din Karkutli. Karkutli, who was born in Damascus and lived in Germany, moved in his paintings between Syria, Morocco, Mexico, and Palestine, and many of his works depicted popular Damascene life and the Palestinian cause, inspiring many artists even today.
@ Mohammed.ev8
The text reads,
“YOU WERE FRANTIC AND FOOLISH, YOU KEPT NO TRACK OF TIME, YOU RAN YOUR DELICATE BODY INTO ITS NATURAL END, YOU BURNED ALL YOUR CANDLES TO STUMPS, YOU ARE TIRED AND HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LAY DOWN, YOU HAVE EARNED THIS REPERCUSSION, THIS REWARD, THIS RECKONING, YOU FINALLY NEED TO KNOW
HOW TO DECAY GRACEFULLY
LIE STILL (x13) ”
prints
Winter Gaza 2022
📸 @Motaz Azaiza
Chopin’s Grave, All Souls’ Day
I don’t miss it, because I have my childhood more now than when it was happening...
Clarice Lispector in, Near to the Wild Heart.
YAYOI KUSAMA, Fear of Death, 2008
reel by Barbara Crooker
Tomorrow Incantation
print restocked xx
— Tove Ditlevsen, “Self-Portrait I” (tr. by Jennifer Russell and Sophia Hersi Smith)
should have started four hours ago on the four hour lasagna :/
Felix Gonzalez-Torres – Untitled, 1991