1.pat the bunny, I'm not a good person // 2. // 3. mitski, a pearl, art by @hauntedomens // 4.hieu minh nguyen, buffet etiquette // 5.art from pinterest // 6.christa wolf tr. by jan van heurck, cassandra: a novel and four essays // 7.extracurricular (2020) dir.kim jin min // 8.louise bourgeois, destruction of the father/reconstruction of the father: writings and interviews 1923-1997 // 9.alice osman, radio silence // mitski, fireworks, art by uol.art (on insta)
neta l. in spite
[Text ID: “Admit it was on purpose. Confess that you saw the rot and chose to stay. That you touched the cobwebs and the dusty staircase and you loved me still. That you saw it all and lived there deliberately. That you fixed the leaky faucet instead of turning it off and changed the light bulbs instead of kneeling in broken glass. Tell me you weren’t blind and deaf to it, promise you loved me knowingly.” /End ID]
predatory wasp of the palisades, sufjan stevens || i lost a friend, finneas o’connell || the odyssey || darker than erebus, L.L. || dead poets society, 1989 ||sylvia plath || i loved my friend, langston hughes || richard siken
on love and devotion
unknown // richard siken, litany in which some things are crossed out // hera lindsay bird, I KNEW I LOVED YOU WHEN YOU SHOWED ME YOUR MINECRAFT WORLD // warsan shire // clementine von radics, the next time we talk on facebook // amal el-mohtar and max gladstone, this is how you lose the time war // k.c. cramm, christmas eve forever
“I rehearsed it all night—the absence of mercy, as a condition to you who said when I am in the same room as your body I am in a different room.”
— Kimberly Grey, from The Opposite of Light: Poems; “We Are Mostly Merciful”
“Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and candyfloss pink on the inside. Make it hurt. I figure, you’re going to hurt me one way or another. Might as well be with your mouth.”
— IT’S A CIRCUS AND WE ALL PAID TO BE HERE,by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
“I will lose you. It is written into this poem the way the fisherman’s wife knits his death into the sweater.”
— Gregory Orr, “The Sweater,” The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems