LUCY DACUS Debuts New Song At Brooklyn Steel 10/8/24

“He had forgotten how big things could feel, how crowded with life, how beautiful it could be to know the season, the month, the hour, to simply say, It is winter.”

- Leigh Bardugo, Hell Bent

and I don’t want the world to see me ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand when everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense /Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet/Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

What would you be if there were no one who constrained your living space and time?

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.

— concrete // melancholy galaxies (t.e.t.)

Come here, memory of him.

Tiffany McDaniel, from 'The Summer That Melted Everything'

“learned a lot. in the end though, i kind of screwed it up."

"i called over there for a reference, left word with some snooty girl. next thing you know, i got a fax from miranda priestly herself... saying that of all the assistants she's ever had... you were, by far, her biggest disappointment. and, if i don't hire you, i am an idiot. you must have done something right." | the devil wears prada (2006)

manwhore. bisexual. incest. eating disorder. poet. cheater. aristocrat. bipolar. celebrity. single dad of bastards. died in a war.

lord byron, you are my dream.

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from “Baked Goods”, Lucky Fish (published in 2011)