one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.
- via duckbunny
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense /Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet/Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”
— Alida Nugent
aliferous: (adj.) having wings
apricity: (n.) the warmth of the sun in the winter
aspectabund: (adj.) letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes
aurora: (n.) dawn
balter: (v.) to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment
cafune: (n.) the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love
catharsis: (n.) release of emotional tension
charmolypi: (n.) a mixed feeling of happiness while being sad
diaphonous: (adj.) light, translucent, and delicate
dulcet: (adj.) sweet
ephemeral: (adj.) fleeting
ethereal: (adj.) extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world
eutony: (n.) the pleasantness of a word’s sound
halcyon: (adj.) a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful
illecebrous: (adj.) enticing
irenic: (adj.) promoting peace
kalon: (n.) beauty that is more than skin-deep
kalopsia: (n.) the seeing of things as more beautiful than they actually are
lacuna: (n.) a blank or missing part
lilt: (n.) a pleasant gentle accent
ludic: (adj.) full of fun and high spirits
meraki: (n.) to do something with love or soul
nefelibata: (n.) cloud-walker; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination
nepenthe: (n.) something that makes one forget their sadness
nubivagant: (adj.) wandering in the clouds
numinous: (adj.) feeling fearful yet awed and inspired
orphic: (adj.) beyond ordinary understanding
pyrrhic: (adj.) won at too great a cost
pulchritudinous: (adj.) breathtaking, heartbreaking beauty
scintilla: (n.) a tiny trace or spark of a feeling
selcouth: (adj.) unfamiliar, strange, yet marvelous
sirimiri: (n.) a light drizzle of rain
susurrus: (n.) whispering, murmuring, or rustling
sweven: (n.) a dream
temerate: (v.) to break a bond or promise
viridity: (n.) innocence
yonderly: (adj.) absent-minded
my heart is a ripe fruit rotting in my chest
— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Susan Sontag: The complete Rolling Stone Interview
LUCY DACUS debuts new song at brooklyn steel 10/8/24
clasping your necklace / zipping your dress / hands on your waist / kissing your neck / i love your body / i love your mind / they will change / so will mine
but you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet
tracing your tan lines / making you mine / if this doesn’t work / i’ll lose my mind / and after a while / i will be fine / but i don’t wanna be fine / i want you, you
you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet / here is the church / here is the steeple / you were looking for saints / but you only found people / ‘aint that just the way it goes / i watched you fall from grace / you were graceful
after all / it’s a small world / you may not be an angel / but you are my girl / you are my pack a day / you are my favorite place / you were my best friend before
you were my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet / you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet
i pick at memories like scabs on juvenile knees
and i bleed when i could be change,
but i am both the bird and the tarnished cage.
i think some people are steel-toe boots and some of them are sidewalks;
some people live and learn the names of humans, of streets just to run away,
and some of them are cities forged and born to always stay.
and if life is a tree, i have to say, some days i want to leave,
but i think my birthmark is a footprint, and i'm bona fide concrete.