“Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched.”
— Natalie Wee, from “Lonely,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (AMAZON / GOODREADS)
I Have Never Been Forgiven for not Understanding
You Shall Know our Velocity!, Dave Eggers// @heartmush // "Outbreaks", Kitchen McKeown// "Cures for Shame", Rookiemag// The Allure of Shame, John Dalton// "Outbound", Hieu Minh Nguyen// Visual Overdose//
“I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth”
— Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V
interview with the vampire, 1.07 + peter weiss (tr. james rolleston & kai evers) / noor shirazie / richard siken / laura van prooyen
a dialogue between the unloved and the loving
neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron o’hanlon // natalie wee “least of all” // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh “love me. i am pitch black” // “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” // sylvia plath “johnny panic & the bible of dreams” // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer
“I buried the girl I had been because she ran into all kinds of trouble. I tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. She is still small and scared and ashamed, and perhaps I am writing my way back to her, trying to tell her everything she needs to hear.”
— Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body, by Roxane Gay
a soft epilogue .
she-ra and the princesses of power, nd stevenson / seventy years of sleep #4, nikka ursula (n.t). / cottage and wildlowers, hailey e. herrera / ireland, liza anne / sleeping in, leslie allen
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980