Little Things That Help Moods:

Letter to a Lost Friend, Barbara Hamby

“When a million things can bring you down, find one reason to keep you up.”

— Unkown

Girlpool—Before the World Was Big // memorial bench quoting Toni Morrison's Sula // @inanotherunivrse // Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You // Zadie Smith, Swing Time // Fall Out Boy—The Kids Aren't Alright // Audrey Emmett // Mikko Harvey, "For M" // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) // Langston Hughes, "Poem"

it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner

lets all stop being suicidal and create life 2 where its good and everybody loves you

“Summer arrives in a strawberry, sweet, juicy. As long as you feel its flesh on your tongue you’re unaware how. One minute inches into the next. But how could you observe awareness anyway? Or, for that matter, a thought? It grows in you, not as a sensation. (Nor like a baby or tumor.) An experience that you can’t hold on to. Any more than to the smell of lilac. Though it soothes emptiness.”

— Rosmarie Waldrop, from “Asymmetry (2)”, The Nick of Time: Poems

LUCY DACUS debuts new song at brooklyn steel 10/8/24

clasping your necklace / zipping your dress / hands on your waist / kissing your neck / i love your body / i love your mind / they will change / so will mine

but you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet

tracing your tan lines / making you mine / if this doesn’t work / i’ll lose my mind / and after a while / i will be fine / but i don’t wanna be fine / i want you, you

you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet / here is the church / here is the steeple / you were looking for saints / but you only found people / ‘aint that just the way it goes / i watched you fall from grace / you were graceful

after all / it’s a small world / you may not be an angel / but you are my girl / you are my pack a day / you are my favorite place / you were my best friend before

you were my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet / you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet

Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense /Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet/Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

joining the war on “pretentiousness” on the side of the pretentious