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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

qualeasha wood, "bed rot," 2024, woven jacquard, glass seed beads, and machine embroidery

Getting ahead on my New Year’s resolution to become a network of free-floating signs which can only reflect each other. Woke up at 6 am and immediately started crying. So far, so good.

the epic highs and tragic lows of literally just being in my head on a perfectly normal day

i saw the tv glow is awesome bc its terrifying in a transgender "if i keep pushing this down and down and down i will be slowly letting myself die" way but also its even just scary as "a man in the moon traps you in a dimension out of time built to psychologically torture you with suburbia"

There’s something about being home for the holidays. The bathroom fan sounds the same, and I’m still not sure this house has ever been mine. I really want it to be. I look so different. I’m so much more than 12-yo me could have hoped for. Walking quietly through the house at night like im still young. The bathroom fan sounds the same. I’m going to get back to my life.

i’ve decided to completely dedicate myself to symbols and patterns

the veil is getting thinner can you feel it

i dont eroticise anything btw everything's already erotic. im just revealing a truth thats been there all along

Since I was very young, I’ve been terrified of my own potential to do evil. No vision or dream taught me. From experience, I recognized that people, like things, are fragile; that they are endlessly imbricated; that intention and effect often have no relation; that I, insofar as I knew myself, contained malice, and that other people did too, because I’d suffered theirs. At a young age, I vowed to be “unselfish,” my version of harm being equated with the primacy of the self. I’ve developed a more sophisticated morality, but that vow is deeply embedded. I do, in fact, seek to be good, despite the inevitability of failure. I don’t think this is just a hangover of childhood habit; in the Bible I have found truth as well as beauty, and in theologians like James Cone and Howard Thurman, among many others, I have found a vision of Christianity written by and for the oppressed. […] Do you see God everywhere? Now what will you do?

— Elisa Gonzalez, in “No Good Has Come: Marilynne Robinson’s testimony for the white church”

don't you realize our bodies could fall apart at any second?

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

Regulus Black lovers are going to get so much content from Anora. Let’s run this!

The undeviating existence of the house and in particular its uninhabited rooms, may also be experienced as disturbing. It is as if a house should always be inhabited and that its emptiness is simultaneously eerie and uncanny. Eeriness is often said to be created by the absence of something that ought to be there, but isn't, whereas the uncanny is the opposite, arising from the presence (real or imagined) of something that shouldn't be there, but is there. So the emptiness of the empty house is eerie, and yet at the same time it produces the uncanny sensation that something actually is there; and that must be the house itself—or, of course, a ghost haunting it. It is this contradictory mixture that produces the belief that the house itself is a presence, a being, that it is in some sense if not alive, then at least sentient. In this sense a house may be haunted by itself.

Elizabeth Wilson, Haunted Houses

“Happy in Gaza. The Palestinian desire for life.”

Photographed by Laura Junka-Aikio, 2004.

Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (tr. Sinan Antoon)

yeah no sorry i'm going to disappear. yeah it's gonna be an all day forever thing sorry. yeah no there's a big fog i'm running towards. it's going to swallow me whole. sorry.

I mean surely we all grew up feeling like there was a wrongness inherently deep inside us that will endure for the rest of our lives

It is rare indeed that people give. Most people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves and what they identify with themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be. One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself ― that is to say, risking oneself. If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving.

James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time

"what if things were different" is a poisoned well and drinking from it will kill you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Richard Goldstein & James Baldwin | The Last Interview

"And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

- Nathaniel Orion, "Hevel"

the succession to last days of judas iscariot pipeline is sooo real

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

Mahmoud Darwish, Life To The Last Drop

sometimes that sad feeling is due to low blood sugar, and sometimes it's from decades of history. not that complex