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well, when in loam 🪱

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it could do with a little queerbaiting to be honest

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When the crack sounds in the wood You will know, old friend, that I'm down for good

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Babe are you okay I saw you reblog hunter s thompson’s suicide note 247 times in a row

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obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.

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donating my heavily annotated copy of house of leaves to the local library so that the person reading it gets a 5th layer of narrative to be confused by

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Marsh at Dusk - Jeremy Miranda , 2024.

American , b. 1980 -

Acrylic on board , 19 x 12 in.

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mitski headlining pitchfork fest in 2022

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'Winter’s Night with Cabins'. Svend Rasmussen Svendsen. 1910.

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live at the gothic theatre / august 19th, 2021

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This too shall pass but like holy fuck

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Daily Goat #025: If England Were What England Seems, Then We Would Only Have Our Dreams - unreleased

“I don’t think anyone has tape of it, but I actually played this song for the first time for anybody last time I was at WNUR, in the fall of ‘95, on a particularly hateful day. Anyway, it’s called 'If England Were What England Seems, Then We Would Only Have Our Dreams’, and it’s part of a eight-song cycle that never made it past the planning stages.” - John Darnielle

I told you I was never going back I was trying to breathe evenly When the phone stopped ringing for the first time in a long time And you flashed that smile at me And then you opened up the window I felt the air roll in In the place where the world stops forever In the place where your body begins

You were staring down at the street below There was nobody there They built a fire down there in the alley I saw the fires rising everywhere And then you opened up the window The north wind began to blow We were just a few short hours from something really special And I heard you singing soft and low Hey