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Michael Dickman, "‘It’s all so strange, writing poems’: A Conversation with Michael Dickman,” curated by Kristina Marie Darling, Tupelo Quarterly (2018) [ID in ALT]

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Saints do shocking things. It's what makes them saints.

The Wood at Midwinter, Susanna Clarke

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YOU can write whatever you want whenever however forevrr. i have to write something perfect and earth shattering and i have to do it perfectly the first time or else

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“Spine Corset” by Shaun Leane for Alexander McQueen, SS ‘98.

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postcard c1910

I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.

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that other (2020, joyce carol oates)

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severance s2e7, “chikhai bardo” // flowers, hadestown

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GQ published an unedited version of a David Lynch interview about happiness they’d only briefly quoted before (x)

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Sarah Michelle Gellar in ‘Prophecy Girl’ stills

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Aemond & Haelena in 2x05 House of the Dragon 4k

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Hey. Don't cry. Weird teenage girl somewhere out there reading Frankenstein for the first time. Ok?

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been grappling a lot the past uhh forever but really the past few years w/ whether i am or am allowed to call myself disabled and while I still have a lot of guilty ambivalent feelings about claiming the term for some reason the orthopedist telling me yesterday that he can’t treat me bc he doesn’t handle “severe deformity” unlocked something in my brain and i was like oh. OH. this is a real thing that disrupts my life and shapes the way people both view and physically treat my body

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yesss im always saying this like sure i can give you logical advice but at the end of the day you can just do what you want to do until youre sick of it. cant move on cant switch gears til youre sick of it so go ahead and indulge

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Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

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what they don't tell you is that after you turn 30 you have ocasional but powerful bouts of home ownership fever, which is like baby fever but instead of randomly really wanting a baby you go on zillow and look at modest properties you will nonetheless never be able to afford. and then it passes and you're like wtf was that about. yay time for another $6 coffee to stave off the dread

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The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, 1959

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god life is so bizarre. this week has been so strange—conflicted bittersweet feelings about leaving my job, finding out I probably need surgery again, and now getting the news about my grandfather’s death today. and I should be sad and i am but I’m already so wrung out emotionally that I can’t cry anymore, I’m just so relieved that next week my time is my own to feel and do what I need. which feels callous or evil. but my grief for him doesn’t feel earned either, when it’s been so long since we’ve been close. since he’s felt like himself. I don’t know if he recognized me that last time but he still told me the same story he always told me about stealing a sailboat and trying to sail to cuba from the keys and getting caught by the coast guard & I still listened. that sounds trite and paltry but maybe it’s enough for right now. i hope he knew i loved him.