Banish The Idea That Platonic Love Is A Lesser Form Of Love

They’re being blown up in my mind repeatedly btw

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umm did you know... those who walk in the shade of love must have paradise under their feet 💃🕺

listening to ranjish hi sahi is fine till, um idk you feel like someone is twisting a knife in your stomach because what do you mean tu mujhse khafa hai toh zamane ke liye aa what do you mean ranjish hi sahi dil dikhaane ke liye aa what do you mean aa phirse mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa what do you mean? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

for Acker, writing seems to be a way to slow down her pain, to snatch at and examine it

The young woman that emerges is herself in flux, and appears, by turns and at once, petulant, defiant, earnest, seething, self-sabotaging, fearful, isolated, longing. From time to time, and especially when discussing her cats or her writing, there are eruptions of elation, even ecstasy. She feels too much, doesn’t feel enough. She has a difficult time meeting people, she hates people. She loves her body, hates her body. She loves New York, hates New York. In one moment, she is completely convinced of the value of her writing; the next, it’s worthless. She craves authenticity while struggling to define what that even means. Above all, she is constantly questioning—what she thinks, what she does, what she writes and feels and remembers and desires. Even as the entries can feel hurried and harried, for Acker, writing seems to be a way to slow down her pain, to snatch at and examine it.

— Jason McBride, “Eat Your Mind: The Radical Life and Work of Kathy Acker“ (Simon & Schuster, November 29, 2022) 

me asf this summer

Send his ass to the Poetry Foundation!

A belly can be a "slut waist" too. If you're not a fearful little freak

— I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

*starts reading Sunrise on the Reaping* *patiently wonders if Bizarrestars will write a version based off this to be Sirius’ games*

Life magazine, March 6, 1931