twelvewednesdaysago

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ribs, lorde

landslide, fleetwood mac

the archer, taylor swift

somewhere only we know, keane

class of 2013, mitski

never grow up, taylor swift

witch burning, sylvia plath

funeral, phoebe bridgers

[twelvewednesdaysago]

on being 23

"the vault" andres Cerpa // "dirty valentine" richard siken // "the glass essay" anne carson // "class of 2013" mitski // "trampoline" you won't // "elephant gun" beirut // "ten years old" you won't // "skeptic goodbye" you won't // "the love song of j. alfred prufrock" t.s. eliot // "by and by" caamp // "the glass essay" anne carson // "another last letter to you" nate pritts // "saying your names" richard siken

[twelvewednesdaysago]

why do i get the feeling you’re going to be the death of me?

fleurie, hurts like hell / joey comeau, a softer world / john green, an abundance of katherines / caitlyn siehl, start here / x / euripides, herakles / anne carson, grief lessons / annelyse gelman, the pillowcase / x / taylor swift ft. bon iver, exile / pedro calderón de la barca / richard siken, a primer for the small weird loves / sylvia plath, the unabridged journals of sylvia plath / the confiteor / richard siken, straw dog, straw house / james luceno, labyrinth of evil 

[twelvewednesdaysago]

i hate when people make fun of the "do yoga go for a jog drink water eat healthy get 8 hours of sleep" advice for mental health. theyre like OH THANKS IM CURED when the sentiment is not a CURE but an IMPROVEMENT i promise you if someone drags you out of your bed and forces you to go for a mile run you will ultimately feel better than if you stayed in your depression hole of a room covered in food containers and clothes on the floor for another 72 hours i PROMISE U. its not a cure but it is a step in the right direction with clinically proven benefits i say this as someone diagnosed w major depressive disorder stop being so cynical u have to actively engage w trying to get better

[twelvewednesdaysago]

Web Weaving: Ritual, bond, culture, and intimacy in hair-braiding

from r/NoStupidQuestions / “SOMALIA. Somaliland. Hairdressing, Somaliland,” 1900 antique photo / Robin Wall Kimmerer, from “Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants” / Hannah Lock, “Braid” / Siraad Dirshe, from “Respect our Roots: A Brief History of Our Braids” / Jeremy Rodney-Hall / Schuyler Peck, from “Self-Love Comes Over” / “Never Too Old For Mommy To Do My Hair” from Facebook (retrieved from Yahoo! Life) / Paola Klug, from “Trenzaré mi tristeza” (Eng. trans.: “I will braid my sadness”) / “Four generations of women braiding each other’s hair,” mural in Longmont, Colorado

[twelvewednesdaysago]

It smells and sounds like spring 

[twelvewednesdaysago]

life is just about art of people holding each other actually. that’s it.

[twelvewednesdaysago]

concept: me, making dinner. it’s 8pm but it’s still warm outside. the smell of herbs and grass and the magic of being with people i love makes me sleepy. someone calls me from inside.

[twelvewednesdaysago]

[twelvewednesdaysago]

Richard siken was right. everyone I know is in some kind of pain. everyone.

[twelvewednesdaysago]

Learn to articulate how you're feeling without accusing anyone of having bad intentions. You can say "I'm afraid of being alone" without saying "you're just going to leave me like everyone else." You can say "I need some reassurance" without saying "you probably don't love me anymore." You can say "I'm afraid I've hurt your feelings and I'd like to talk it through" without saying "you don't even like me anymore." You can say "I want to spend more time with you" without saying "you've gotten tired of me." You can say "I feel misunderstood" without saying "you always judge me." Try not to let your emotions get the best of you. Have a conversation focused on finding solutions instead of escalating the conflict.

[twelvewednesdaysago]

The apple doesn't rot too far from the tree.

Del coming to terms with her mommy issues.

[twelvewednesdaysago]

ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this.  you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.

humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt.  

i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy. 

[twelvewednesdaysago]

Poet James Schuyler to painter John Button (Spring 1956) 

[twelvewednesdaysago]

do you ever read something v simple that resonates so strongly you start crying a tiny bit

[twelvewednesdaysago]

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.