and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally

need him

sort of a milestone. or a lodestar. a post (ha) to lash myself to when the sea sings sweetly of demise. i have a terrible habit of transmogrifying people, even and especially those i love, into efficient torture devices. i also have a terrific habit of loving people whose facets refuse to be flattened into tools of flagellation and who write me really beautiful letters. i have a tertiary habit of hoarding them. until today the letters were purely a theoretical exercise; ive only read each letter once before—upon opening—but the idea was to keep them close so i could re-read them and remember my better angels when my worser ones are winning.

i did it! with tear tracks drying on my face and horking back snot, i fucking did it! yippee!!!!!

Yayoi Kusama: Chandelier of Grief (2016)

Yoshi Busan (부산대타투)

Universe in Your Eyes

I sign it from Gorgug. I forget how to be myself all the time.

I love the resolution of this that we got because I love Gorgug but also consider: any of these kids talking to each other even a little bit about their problems.

There’s just something about that moment when you realise that the decisions you make due to your own self-confidence issues impact the people you care about. Realising when you forget to be yourself, your friends who love you miss out on you too. And maybe you could even try to give yourself a break, for them. Idk man this season is going crazy and all i can do is draw pictures about it

i cannot be the first person to post this here but i am going so fucking insane about the gaia music collective's one day choir singing wait for me. the opening harmonies are you KIDDING me

something crazy about the person i hooked up w ln. haven’t seen them in like months, but back in december i made them go see boy and the heron w me even though “they’re not a movies person”

as they were checking their phone this morning i noticed their bg was a concept art watercolor of mahito and the heron. and i felt the interconnectedness of human souls in that moment.

writing exercise I think of as "poem scaffolding": pick a poem of manageable size that evokes a strong emotional reaction from you. off to the side, generate a single image or association for each line or two, and use that ordered list of images as the basis for a story. do this multiple times with the same poem. every story will be different, which is good. every story will nonetheless bear certain similarities to each other and the poem itself.

"Failing Better: A Conversation with Ocean Vuong" interviewed by Viet Thanh Nguyen for LA Review of Books (2019) [ID'd]

"he would not fucking say that" but its about a character being a leftist. he would not fucking believe that

mr-fistsalad said:

Read dril tweets like an old-timey radio announcer.

brings the whole family together

i think the best pieces of media are ones that resonate with me so deeply they become a litmus for my personal growth as i watch and rewatch them. my first watch of chihayafuru i did with my long term partner after losing my final ever [niche interest, gave my life meaning] tournament. my second watch happened after i broke up with him [necessarily cleaving my soul in half] and after the manga ended, Ironically. now, i [unmoored, unemployed, trying her best to live for herself without a tether to a person or a dream] am open mouth sobbing at suou being unable to voice he is enjoying the game he knows he soon will be unable to play. arata interrupting the live broadcast and inadvertently giving suou an excuse to play again without bearing the pain of admitting he wants that to himself in that moment. inokuma saying her loss was a sign from the universe to close this chapter of her life and dedicate herself to being a new mother to a daughter. kyouko remarking with absolute certainty that she will return. chihaya who derives meaning purpose and passion from helping others shine, resolving to pull shinobu out of a breakdown by reminding her she is not alone but also without apologizing for choosing to go on her class trip instead of challenging for the title. this fucking series man.

June Jordan, An Address to the Students of Columbia University During Their Anti-Apartheid Sit-in, April, 1985; in On Call. Political Essays, South End Press, Boston, MA, 1985, pp. 117-122

i can’t stop thinking about how that cake scene happened like 5 feet away from the rest of the club

Shinobu's birthday and lesbian visibility day on the same day... coincidence? I don't think so

. . .[you’dve] thought they would’ve made some kind of progress after spending a night and two days at fujisaki’s karuta camp. . .