summertime - my chemical romance / texas rezkinoff - mitski / my boy (twin fantasy) - car seat headrest / a world alone - lorde / the goldfinch - donna tartt / fast car - tracy chapman / once more to see you - mitski / the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us - sufjan stevens / wish you were here - pink floyd
on running away, on waiting, on escaping. on love.
Joan Didion, The Art of Fiction No. 71
losing a friend (for the one that got away) 1/3
part 2 , part 3
@frenchtoastlesbian //personalmessage.blogspot.com // @linguinereid // trista mateer // unknown // richard siken // ocean vuong “on earth we’re briefly gorgeous”// unknown // unknown
annihilation (2018) dir. alex garland + annihilation by jeff vandermeer // hozier, “in a week (ft. karen cowley)” // taylor swift, “the lakes” // fiona apple, “heavy balloon” // littlestpersimmon - “reclamation” // meganluddyillustration - “So long, we’d become the flowers” // hermann hesse, “farm,” from wanderings // czeslaw milosz, “longing” // ada limón, “mowing,” from bright dead things // mary oliver, “sleeping in the forest” // conceptualsolitude
anglerfish
"you didn't know me when i was 13." "i really wish i did."
speedy ortiz / yohji yamamato / walk the moon / justine kurland / eloise klein healy / isao yukisada / phoebe bridgers / wren @peoplehood
“My realities may be different from what most people call reality, but still they are realities.”
— Etty Hillesum (1914-1943), in a letter to Osias Kormann, from a Westerbork concentration camp, 1943, in “An Interrupted Life: Diaries and Letters 1941-43. And Letters from Westerbork″
Anne Michaels, Infinite Gradation / Virginia Woolf, The Waves
“This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar on your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.”
— Clementine von Radics, from “Mouthful of Forevers”, in “Mouthful of Forevers”
T. S. Eliot — The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark