WHO IN THE WORLD SENT ME THIS ADORABLE DRUNK CAT PLUSHIE?!?!?!?! HOW DID YOU SEE INTO MY SOUL??? I AM DRUNK CAT.
Amazon.com: Elizabeth Bishop: The Restraints of Language (9780195079661): C. K. Doreski: Books : someone buy this for me, pls thnx.
IX When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edge Of one of many circles. “13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens
Damn, Gloria Allred has been killing the game for decades. I wanna zero in my look to be a combo of career-woman-era Maria Braun and 80s Gloria Allred.
“In a book about her anorexia, Caroline Knapp describes standing in a kitchen and taking off her shirt, on the pretext of changing outfits, so her mother could see her bones more clearly: > ...
“In a poem called ‘The Glass Essay,’ about the end of a love affair, Anne Carson describes a series of visions—‘naked glimpses of my soul’—thirteen visitations: a woman in a c...
(like the opposite of Yeats’ “A Coat”) I want a chance to map my knowledge of you onto your body, your flesh. Like a tailor draping fabric on the man, I want to make a bespoke suit for you...
sympathy vs empathy
opacity monologue
flash prose p1 going through all my old voice memos and boy, do i have some gems for ya.
When Jolia MA captures you perfectly ^_^.
It’s funny when music makes you cry, you’re not angry. Usually when someone hurts you, you’re angry, but when art does it, you just weep, and fall to your knees, and are so thankful for you...
A Visual Diary (Shirley Clarke, 1980) WOWOW WOW WOWOOW WOW!
Still get teary-eyed watching Scurry block that goal, then Chastain blasting one in and ripping off her shirt in sheer joy, being swarmed by all those strong ass women who are her team mates. It�...
alice falls down the rabbit hole and her dress poofs up like parachute.
alice falls down the rabbit hole and her dress poofs up like parachute.
communication has reached its peak. RIP WORDS.
Full Emoji List, v5.0 : i miss my samsung phone :’-(
He seems vaguely melancholy, but I assume he’ll be that way for the rest of his life. Without revolution, the horizon for his dreams is far too near, clipped, neutered. What happened to the boy...