“It is far too easy—as the reluctant inhabitant of one of the most beautiful, expensive, and problematic cities in the world, as the naturalized citizen of a country that tries to kick dirt over its bloody history, as a hedonist seduced by oysters and cashmere sweaters—to see only the castle on the hill and not the thickets of bone we trod through to arrive at it. I am all too capable of moving with blinkers on. The hyper-compressed grief of living in this age means, paradoxically, that it is hard to give grief its due—not five seconds in a news reel but whole pages and chapters and volumes of grief.”
— C Pam Zhang, from “When Your Inheritance is to Look Away”
One might sense gods everywhere, even within one’s own self. What if I am I but penetrated by divinities?
Certain Magical Acts, Alice Notley (via decreation)
November. Battery Acid. Los Angeles, CA.
by Cameron McCool.
look i love all the hargreeves siblings equally but, respectfully, this is a luther hargreeves hate blog xoxo
That overwhelmingly safe feeling when you’re sitting in the back seat of the car at night while your parents drive. Maybe you’re on your way home, maybe you’ve just finished up a long day on the road during a family vacation and you drift in and out of sleep while the yellow street lights ebb in and out over your head. I wish that feeling lasted forever.
To YOU its a ufo. I know what it is
i take up space and that is okay, because so do the trees and the mushrooms and the moon. and that is okay.