[ex0skeletal-undead]

I May Have Forgotten to Turn Off the Oven by Jocelin Carmes

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[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[soracities]

“After all, [the world] is on my side. That is, I’m a part of it. Not separate from it. I walk on the ground and the ground’s walked on by me, I breathe the air and change it, I am entirely interconnected with the world.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

[coldbrewnette]

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

[the-spoopy-ghost-of-raejin99]

[mrspider-deactivated20221213]

might be an outlier here but when i smell my neighbors smoking weed i just smile and nod its like adjacent to hearing christmas carolers for me… good tidings and joy unto you brother

[magentagalaxies]

i love you singers whose vocals sound desperate i love you musicians who sound like if you don’t get this song out you’re going to explode i love you songs that sound like they’re dragging the vocalist with them 80 miles per hour down the highway tied to the back of a truck i love you voice cracks in emotional songs i love you unique voices i love you music that disturbs the comfortable and comforts the disturbed

[canthaveshitingotham-crucified]

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

[1892]

jeff buckley

[cantcatchmeee]

[metamorphesque]

― Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life

[text ID: You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.]

[charlottesharlottes]

Paul McCartney, Arthur Kelly, George Harrison, & John Lennon

[bandfreak]

this man had so many phases and still looked good

[thefugitivesaint]

Langston Hughes (1902-1967), ‘Tired’, “New Masses”, Vol. 6, #9, Feb. 1931 Source

[youmissedworldhist]

the raven boys is making me go insane over a silly little journal

[dailykafka]

- July 1, 1913

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: July 1. The wish for an unthinking, reckless solitude. To be face to face only with myself. End ID]

[yawn-emoji]

i love you walkable cities i love you pedestrian-centered infrastructure i love you bikeshares i love you free public transit i love you separated bike lanes i love you mixed-use urbanism i love you car-free streets