ANOTHER THING ON THE INTERNET TO LOOK AT

hi, i'm mary-kate. i initially got on tumblr as a wide-eyed college freshman to post sunny photos i took in my everyday life, but i now find myself still here on this website 8 years later, reblogging memes and using phrases like "reblogging memes". i love you and i want you to be happy yes you

[tallahasseewashere]

DAY SEVENTY-TWO

hey it’s me again

little building, boston massachusetts.

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this is cute... my photoblog from when I was 18/19 years old is working again

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i care about my sticker chart and my sleep and my homework getting done and my sobriety and my union… i care about the freedom i feel to stretch out inside this blissful solitude. for the baths and the eating on the couch, hours off doing whatever i want, mind quiet. i don’t want anything about my life to change just to try to somehow fit in an ongoing relationship with a man. i want it exactly as it is.

i want to care less about what bootlickers and fencewalkers and hospitalpilled jerks think. i want to quit instagram for a while i think. i want to scroll less. most days i don’t do it that much, but holy shit i sure did today. but i finished last week’s homework, one day at a time, one week at a time, i’ll finish this horrible degree.

[apoemaday]

Peanut Butter

by Eileen Myles

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact. If you get right down to it the new unprocessed peanut butter is no damn good & you should buy it in a jar as always in the largest supermarket you know. And I am an enemy of change, as you know. All the things I embrace as new are in fact old things, re-released: swimming, the sensation of being dirty in body and mind summer as a time to do nothing and make no money. Prayer as a last re- sort. Pleasure as a means, and then a means again with no ends in sight. I am absolutely in opposition to all kinds of goals. I have no desire to know           where this, anything is getting me. When the water boils I get a cup of tea. Accidentally I read all the works of Proust. It was summer I was there so was he. I write because I would like to be used for years after my death. Not only my body will be compost but the thoughts I left during my life. During my life I was a woman with hazel eyes. Out the window is a crooked silo. Parts of your body I think of as stripes which I have learned to love along. We swim naked in ponds & I write be- hind your back. My thoughts about you are not exactly forbidden, but exalted because they are useless, not intended to get you because I have you & you love me. It’s more like a playground where I play with my reflection of you until you come back and into the real you I get to sink my teeth. With you I know how to relax. & so I work behind your back. Which is lovely. Nature is out of control you tell me & that’s what’s so good about it. I’m immoderately in love with you, knocked out by all your new white hair   why shouldn’t something I have always known be the very best there is. I love you from my childhood, starting back there when one day was just like the rest, random growth and breezes, constant love, a sand- wich in the middle of day, a tiny step in the vastly conventional path of the Sun. I squint. I wink. I take the ride.

[woundthatswallows]

[sandmandaddy69]

[likeafieldmouse-deactivated2015]

Andrew Wyeth - Wind from the Sea (1947)

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literally i looked cute td…

[ololygas]

bell hooks

[litttlestars]

"how do you get stuff done?" bitch with tears in my eyes 😭

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i rly love @lifeliver and grateful 2 the universe that brought us together… “these men must be under fear of arrest if they were to make me laugh even one time…”

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I woke up scared, full of dread, hot and worried and ashamed. I parsed things out with Jed, I cried. I cry now, more than I used to. I am thankful for the space Jed creates where I can be honest. I am grateful for the things Danielle shared with John, words of kindness and generosity and openheartedness that helped me too. I am thankful to have enough muscle memory to get clothes on and find my way to the nooner. My sponsor was going there too, coincidentally. I got there early and had time to walk to the coffee shop to pick up oat milk lattes for us both. I heard from Sean and it was exactly right, about how the selfishness is what will kill us. I get what I need, I always get what I need. I got to be in a cozy bookstore where I know the owners are treating my friend right, so I feel good about them getting my money. I rode my bike and felt strong. I got my favorite thing to eat and listened to a podcast that makes me laugh. I am relaxing and doing what I need tonight to prepare for my workweek. I signed up for school, cuz I am obligated to finish my BSN as a condition of my employment. I will try not to complain about that, because I always expected it, and was spending the past few years organizing and bargaining instead. I will still finish on time and won’t get fired.

Thank god I am not alone — when I write it out, I can’t believe how not alone I am.

[dopatonin]

[freeartzombie]

Meeting The Man: James Baldwin in Paris

(via Mubi)

[sangefiruze]

“we were born alone & we die alone” you delivered yourself during birth? built all the roofs that have ever given you shelter? sown the wheat in your bread?? weaved the clothes on your back??? wrote all the books youve ever read and the music youve ever listened to????? who made the literal bed youre going to die in - you, all alone?

[spark19]