I’m Not Even American But I Feel Like Doomsday Is Coming

why do i even do this

Gennady Aygi, from Into the Snow: Selected Poems of Gennady Aygi; “This Year’s Roses: Notes on K., 1972” (translated by Sarah Valentine)

Text ID: I seek / your image. / In the receding Fire. / It is not here—not in this world.

Orpheus tries to hold on to Eurydice

.c. 1791

Artist : François Gérard (1770-1837)

how do I explain to my friend that in the last ten pages of tsh, the alcoholic shoots the druggy, we find out that the incestuous sister of the alcoholic was hooking up with the homicidal sociopath, and that homicidal sociopath shoots himself in the head partly because his narcissistic father figure ran off to the Middle East unexpectedly, and the druggy survives the gunshot wound but hallucinates the paranoid victim of a murder that this group commited a few months prior along with a bunch of other dead people while he’s in the hospital, and then somehow everyone brushes this whole ordeal off as if it were completely normal

in my mind francis is fashion obsessed

Margaret Atwood, from ‘Crickets’, The Door (2007)

it’s winter, time to reread tsh

Lou Reed

I'm like if a normal person was severely mentally ill