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So somebody died? How did they die? They died mysteriously. A he somebody or a she somebody? He. Told you I wanted to discuss this in private. Chuck is part of my private. Ain't part of mine. I don't know her.
PUSHING DAISIES The Fun in Funeral | 1.03
TO RETURN TO MY TREES
“The Overstory” (2019), by Richard Powers; // “Wild Fruits: Thoreau's Rediscovered Last Manuscript” (2001), by Henry David Thoreau; // Kim Novak; // Chinese Proverb; // “To the lighthouse” (1927), by Virginia Woolf; // Santosh Kalwar; // Albert Szent-Gyorgyi; // “Cosmos” (1980), by Carl Sagan; // “Timeline” (1999), by Michael Crichton
Inde Navarrette by Nick Rasmussen for Schön Magazine (2026)
on survival
-// @aridante // @orivu // @buzzkillgirls // ? // ? // richard siken// @cemeterything // moomin, tove jansson// @disenchanted-killjoy // isn't that enough, shawn mendes// @ prettytheyswag on twitter// @ coletyumuch on twitter// ? // ? // bird by bird, anne lamott// undertale// @strawberrycircuits
this recent trend of teenagers using genAI chatbots to talk to fictional characters is fucking grim. what you should be doing is roleplaying on private messages with your friends until the lines between you & the characters begin to blur & you develop some very complex & confusing feelings for each other that culminate in a massive fallout you dont have the tools to process nor understand
ALL FLESH ROTS, forum city southern gothic.
Gator Creek est une ville accrochée à son marécage, rongée par l’humidité et les rancunes. Ses maisons tiennent par superstition, ses familles par orgueil, ses fantômes par obstination. On dit que l’eau garde tout : les os, les fautes, les promesses jamais tenues. Et qu’à Gator Creek, rien n’est jamais vraiment enterré.
Kellie Smith
by Patrick Loste
i don't think i need to forgive and forget. i think i need to bash someone's head in with a hammer
Robert A Heindel (American, 1938-2005)
The Edge of Sadness, 1978
(Part II)
w. h. auden, marginalia