having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved
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having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved
Nick Barlow, Clusterfuck/Keep It Together, 2022
Oil on mountboard, 81 X 81 cm
i think this might be the entire novel
Nirvana and Boredoms
you really do turn thirty and everything is different and sometimes better. if you're in line for thirty stay in line bro
Emily Dickinson, from The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
April 2026 Outdoor Sketchbook Highlights
Down in the valley, the first of May
Gatherin' flowers, both fresh and gay
Gatherin' flowers, both red and blue
How little thought of what, what love could do
Ada Limón, from “Instructions on Not Giving Up” in The Carrying: Poems (originally published in 2017)
SWEET • BOY
available as a sticker through february 2026
art by J. C. Leyendecker (1910s to 1930s)
"What Michelet here says about death is perhaps even truer of that death which follows a great unhappy love affair. Take a person who, after making us suffer so much, ceases to mean anything at all to us – is it enough to say, as does the common expression, that such a person is “dead for us”? We weep for the dead, we still love them, for a long time we are subject to the irresistible attraction of the enchantment that survives them and which often causes us to return to their tombs. But the person who has made us feel every emotion, and by whose essence we are saturated, can no longer even cast on us the merest shadow of any sorrow or joy. Such a person is more than dead for us."
-Pleasures and Days, Marcel Proust
Illusion of safety