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first name mckenna. last name terence. if the ten strip isnt perforated there is no need to tear it. four dried grams later im more rooted than a carrot. four hits later and i'm baked like bread in paris. i no longer recognize my parents

My clit is bananas. B-a-n-a-n-a-s

Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet

kiki smith : outdoors (1997)

idgaf if my parents are disappointed in me I'm not impressed by them either

One of us.

The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.

-James Baldwin

Tomorrow I do a one hour painting of a lemon in oil and a three hour painting of a mug in oil because I’m an insane crazy bitch who likes to do psycho shit like a little still life

Fernando O'Connor (Argentinian, 1966), Amarillo, 2011. Oil and charcoal on canvas, 180 x 200 cm.

Vita Sackville-West, from her poem "In Memoriam: Virginia Woolf" published in The Observer on 6 April 1941