— January 25, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Stream of Life.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

Franny Choi, from “Catastrophe is Next to Godliness”

- Luther Hughes, Winter, Extended.

“Stop being tormented by everyone else’s reaction to you.”

— Joyce Meyer

Top 5 gowns of 2022 as voted by my followers: Halpern spring 2023 in 5th place

isn't sleeping supposed to cure the tired sleepy? and yet

paintings of me trying to get out of bed in the morning

This man can't be fixed. I can fuck him though. Maybe that will calm him down.

“there are, on this planet alone, something like two million naturally occurring sweet things, some with names so gorgeous as to kick the steel from my knees: agave, persimmon, stick ball, the purple okra I bought for two bucks at the market. Think of that. The long night, the skeleton in the mirror, the man behind me on the bus taking notes, yeah, yeah. But look; my niece is running through a field calling my name. My neighbor sings like an angel and at the end of my block is a basketball court. I remember. My color’s green. I’m spring.”

— Ross Gay, excerpt of “Sorrow Is Not My Name”, in Bringing the Shovel Down

'Living lividity', Persy

Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall