on dying gently.

tom jenks // perhaps the world ends here by joy harjo //death comes to me again, a girl by dorianne laux // @claypigeonpottery // c s lewis // chasing cars by snow patrol

“Rich kids should go to public schools. The mayor should ride the subway to work. When wealthy people get sick, they should be sent to public hospitals. Business executives should have to stand in the same airport security lines as everyone else. The very fact that people want to buy their way out of all of these experiences points to the reason why they shouldn’t be able to. Private schools and private limos and private doctors and private security are all pressure release valves that eliminate the friction that would cause powerful people to call for all of these bad things to get better. The degree to which we allow the rich to insulate themselves from the unpleasant reality that others are forced to experience is directly related to how long that reality is allowed to stay unpleasant. When they are left with no other option, rich people will force improvement in public systems. Their public spirit will be infinitely less urgent when they are contemplating these things from afar than when they are sitting in a hot ER waiting room for six hours themselves.”

— Everyone Into The Grinder

The Tortured Poets Department [2024]

i hate that even self proclaimed radicals think "people shouldnt have to work to survive" is too radical. yes yes advocate for fair wages, but dont forget those wages, even if fair, are just a prize you get for being better at capitalism than ppl like me

Khalil Gibran

Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

"Close your eyes", Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)

Hannibal 1X11 “Rôti” (2013) ~ Henri Vidal “Cain after the murder of his brother Abel.” (1896), fragment

I got a type writer and now am writing down random blurbs from my notes app

because the color is half the taste by Paige Lewis

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

BROTHERHOOD IS A TOOL by g. granatas

born to love forced to grieve

parent-child dynamics are soooo crazy. i love you i resent you i can't stand you i adore you i pity you. and still watching your hair get a little more grey every time i see you makes my stomach feel weird