Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

Despite [her] demented laugh, she may actually be an uncommonly sad girl. Doesn’t a person who laughs a lot also cry a lot?

Dazai Osamu, Pandora’s Box

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never let me go, anne magill

food as a metaphor for existence, food as a love language, food as just food (poetry recommendations)

September Tomatoes by Karina Borowicz

Ode to Tomatoes by Pablo Neruda

I Ask My Grandmother If We Can Make Lahmajoun by Gregory Djanikian

Here, There Are Blueberries by Mary Szybist

The Orange by Wendy Cope

Oranges by Gary Soto

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

Persimmons by Li-Young Lee

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

Self-Portrait as So Much Potential by Chen Chen

Chasing Utopia by Nikki Giovanni

In the Kitchen by Chen Jun

Food by Brenda Hillman

Miss you. Would like to grab that chilled tofu we love. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I love you. I want us both to eat well by Christopher Citro

Baked Goods by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

Bread by W. S. Merwin

buy me a coffee

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“I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth”

— Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V 

Bedtime Stories. Juila Banas photographed by Stefano Galuzzi for The Edit, March 9, 2017.

musings on kitchens (as sanctuaries of love) [part 1]

Joy Harjo (Perhaps the World Ends Here), tumblr user @floatingstirnerhead, Alai Ganuza, Banana Yoshimoto (Kitchen), Jenny Slate (Little Weirds)

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“There’s a soft spot in everything Our fingers touch, the one place where everything breaks When we press it just right. The past is like that with its arduous edges and blind sides, The whorls of our fingerprints embedded along its walls Like fossils the sea has left behind.”

— Charles Wright, from “Two Stories,” The Other Side of the River (Random House, 1984)