Jane Dickson, Out of Here North 3, 2013.

Oil on astroturf, 185 x 290 cm.

Landslide by Fleetwood Mac except it’s playing through your car’s old radio cassette player as you drive alone through the desert at night. As far as you can tell, the nearest human life has got to be wherever that distant thunder is rolling in.

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Bestie I wanna feel your blood on my hands and hear your last breath

I know how to reach my hands deep into my chest and scoop out words. My mouth– I can always ask it to sing. I can scrape my lungs for breath and my heart for kindnesses, small enough to fit just so. But I want to sit in the sun. I want to sit full, and tender, and not ask anything of my hands except to braid browning summer grasses. I want to watch the ants and rest– a time where I take nothing out of me.

So many people just act like I'm a total woobie who Junko dragged along like a hesitant dog. It was my idea too! We acted together! I just didn't think she'd kill me for it, but even then I didn't care! You should've figured out I would die for a cause I deemed worthy, and I certainly saw That Whole Thing as worthy! I mostly just didn't want to die bc I wanted to see it through! I wanted us to accomplish our dreams and finish them together! She may have had more power/influence but my heart was in it just as much! ~ Mukuro Ikusaba, who wasn't the tragic doll I've seen people think I was

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still. I wait and watch the moon swim higher and pray that I will not drown beneath these stars. soft, the dawn-struck air is molten gold, it spills past my silence, my lips and lies and lungs until I am spluttering with change. dawn is bitter, and the moon is hemlock-sweet.

i can't remember whether i ever even changed her back in the end. after i gave myself to the ember blight my memories get... choppy. i didn't want to but i did it all for her. i came to torchlight because i thought i could find someone to help. i went into the mines because i thought i'd find answers. i pacted with the blight so i could assure our survival for the time being and then it started getting me to use it for power and if it turned out to all be for naught i'd never forgive myself.

My mom says that in Las Vegas, you garden with a pickaxe.

The desert resists this way of living.

Every house has a two-car garage and no basement. Everyone saved the money for the excavation for their in-ground pool. In Las Vegas in the summer, it is 110 degrees in the shade. No one goes outside, except to use the in-ground pool. Air-conditioned cars drive into air-conditioned garages and people slip inside without ever seeing the sun.

The desert resists this way of living.

In the desert there are canyons where the deep shade holds the chill of night. In the desert are rivers flowing through the heat of summer, cool water from the aquifer, carried here through the earth from distant rains.

The dam floods the canyon and the river water, trapped, evaporates by the gallon in the hot sun.

Under the water in the reservoir are old footpaths, ancient trees, carvings in the cliff.

The dam draws water away to the thirsty city and its desperate lawns and fountains, the dam churns out the power that keeps the city alight.

Las Vegas rises from the desert like a mirage, like a heat-stroke hallucination, like a fever dream. Las Vegas swallows the river and the power and the wealth of far-off places and all these things evaporate under the desert sun.

In the desert, there are towering cacti which bloom only at night. Their sweet nectar draws the bats. In the desert, the purple evening is just cool enough to walk in, and the bats follow you and dance around you, drawn to the bugs which are drawn to your skin. The red rock radiates sun-heat back into the deep sky. In night time, the desert breathes, and the stars are more brilliant than anything you’ve ever seen.

It made my day (x)

every friend group should include a bimbo, a mean bisexual, an even meaner lesbian, she/theys and he/theys, a token straight that’s on thin ice, an astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized, and a short king

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