- imagine a room, a sudden glow
- i walk through your dreams and invent the future
- here is one note, then the next
- leave me blurry and fall towards me with your entire body
- i'm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling
- the parenthesis all clicking shut behind you
- & you feel your heart taking root in your body
- here are the illuminated cities at the center of me
- we ask the world, beautifully
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a devotional for the living
on the eve of my twentieth birthday, i went to dinner with one of my best friends, and he got me wonderful things from A bout de souffle—including vinyl—as a gift. he also wrote me a letter about the two of us. i am a big advocate of the basic premise of the thing: that you meet people and fall in love with them, that it’s messy and stupid and painful but it’s ultimately why we continue to exist in all the monotony between.
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as for we who love to be astonished: Beginners
In this film with Christopher Plummer, his son makes a book
called The History of Sadness. Mother, when I say the history
of sadness, I mean the day I was born. Tomorrow in Australia
and Japan, I will turn twenty years old, and I have been kissed
by two boys and three girls. When I say the history of sadness,
I mean these stones you like to place on top of my chest. In this
play by Arthur Miller, this one character named Giles Corey is
pressed to death on page 117. The townspeople think he’s a witch,
or hiding a witch, or in love with a witch, so they put this board
of wood across his chest and cover that, one by one, with heavy
rocks, until the weight cracks his ribcage and those broken bones
puncture his lungs. Mother, when I say the history of sadness, I
mean the light Giles Corey must’ve seen—the light says, You’re
stunning; you glimmer with the orbits of the planets and the future
of the living—when he runs out of air. Before he stops breathing.
Mother, I mean suffocating. Mother, the light. I mean the light.
and the outstanding heterosexual award goes to…
(617):
The bad news is I fucked my exes girlfriend. The good news is I 100% understand why he left me.
I couldn’t help myself when I scrolled past it.
All the monsters are people
hello friends, follow my bestest bro.
goodbye friends.
they’re pynchastic
bullshitting papers and then reusing them and getting As all of the times
nope
i don’t think there’s a real answer to this because favorites for me don’t exist but for emma, forever ago
