Netflix: *doesn’t Give I Am Not Okay With This A Second Season*

idk who needs to hear this rn but suffering is not noble. take the tylenol

this body is not a home

jody chan sick (via @geryone) \ edward hopper interior, model reading (1925) \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities) \ joan didion on self-respect (via @girlfictions) \ dion palinckx (2019) \ james tate selected poems (via @heartshop) \ @artofbrianluong​ \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities​) \ edvard munch self-portrait in hell

shout me a chai latte

And i dream too much and i don't write enough and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

Charles Bukowski // John Lennon // Falling Star by Witold Pruskowski // Sylvia Plath // Jason Bayani // Aldous Huxley // The Beyond by Jairo Guerrero // Anne Carson // Friedrich Nietzsche // Florence and The Machine // Anis Mojgani

Sometimes those scenes would go on and on and on and you’d be like…are they going to call cut? Cause this is going on forever.

from abell 2218 by eric gamalinda, published in amigo warfare: poems

[Text ID: I use my body to find love. I eat all the wrong foods. I believe what I see with my own two eyes. Fear eats me. I have to look for a job. I can sprint faster than sound. I burn forever, I have no end. /End ID]

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PSA:

1. If you are not silly, it is vital you become silly

2. If you are silly, you must stay silly

2. If you used to be silly but have stopped, you must make all efforts to return to silliness

The Irony of Dark Academia and It’s ‘Bible’

The thing I find comically ironic is that The Secret History, dark academia’s so called ‘bible’, is, to me, a cautionary tale against the whole idea of embodying the aesthetic. If you haven’t read it, here’s your spoiler alert.

To me, the characters’ fatal flaw is that they’re so immersed in manifesting the aesthetic, so totally absorbed in living in this particular way that they’ve romanticised (unhealthy bits and all), they literally, albeit accidentally, kill a man. And instead of facing the consequences of their actions (brought about by their obsession with their lifestyle of mystery and studying greek by candle light), they go to extraordinary lengths to save their skin. which isn’t so inexplicable; they killed someone by accident and they really really don’t want to go to jail for it.

For the record, I’m not hating on this aesthetic, as I know a lot of people genuinely enjoy it and find an important community in it. I just personally don’t think it’s entirely healthy to replace an aesthetic with your personality, and i find it ironic that Donna Tart literally said,  romanticising life and replacing your rose coloured idea of the world with what it’s really like is dangerous’, and then the internet did exactly that, with her book as the catalyst for it.

The Zen of La Llorona

by Deborah Miranda

La Llorona rises over my town– a solitary curve, sharpened by someone else’s fury. I read a small gray Zen book Everyone loses everything. Lovers, families, friends, possessions, egos– we keep nothing of this world, not even our bodies. It’s as if you’d lost your favorite teacup, you see. No amount of searching, weeping or wailing will bring it back. If you want a drink, use a different container. Write a long series of passionate poems about your cup. Hell, write a whole book. Obsession is the mother of creation. But as you compose, sip from the new mug. It will become your mug of choice. You’ll lose that one, too. And so on. In theory, anyway, we outlast dispossession: Ceramic mugs, hearts, continents. Outside, La Llorona’s knife slices the indigo heart of silence. Nonsense, she howls. There’s always something left to lose.

this is how i used to serve appetizers to customers