Idea: Scene With Two Characters Eagerly Stripping Each Other Clearly About To Bone, But They Keep Getting

Christina Mancinas, “Holzer Madlib (tru-ishisms)” Inkjet print. 17x11 in. 2014

been thinking about trees

I was so cruel to my body, & still it never once faltered in kicking/screaming/fighting me alive. I could not imagine a love as steady as the one I hated more than any other.

Swallowing blood, swallowing tears, legs brimming in too-sharp angles

— Topaz Winters, from “battlefield,” poems for the sound of the sky before thunder

A Little Life (Hanya Yanigahara)/ Dandelion Wine (Ray Bradbury)/ Souvenir (boygenius)/ Self-Portrait Agianst Red Wallpaper (Richard Siken)

Caroline Bird

It’s so crazy how humans r social creatures but we’re stuck in this hell hole of late stage capitalism that convinces us we can not only heal in isolation but thrive in it too, find purpose and dedication and make a lifestyle out of it, and only at the end of that tiresome road can we reward ourselves by leaving desolation behind and replacing it with community when the whole time it’s always companionship and love and understanding that we need, it’s always someone we can share with to know we are not alone in this place and this pain...

obsessed with the opposite of the childhood friends trope. what if we were just some guys meeting for the first time with like. no significance

a good and sensible adventure story.

Me in the morning: minding my own business, preparing coffee for myself in the kitchen

Little Richard Siken in my head: Every morning the same big and little words, all spelling out desire, all spelling out "You will be alone always and then you will die."

Me: ok