Fake tarotist. Martial artist. Coffee enthusiast. Guitarist in punk band. Avid reader. Night owl. I like to write sometimes. Luv making art. I complain a lot, sorry. Welcome!
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some of the tables i’ve encountered this summer
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it’s so evil when you have a beverage and you drink it and then there’s no beverage anymore
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big fan of the words fucking and idiot together. fucking idiot. so beautiful its like they belong together
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(lights a cigarette) nobody even wants to play toys anymore. (puts the cigarette out on a play-dough ashtray) because of work.
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James Zamora, The Egg Aisle, 2024
6 x 6 in
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“kill them with kindness” Wrong. CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆
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they need to invent a running away & never coming back that doesn’t affect your life
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*sighs, visibly frustrated* let me put this in words you can understand: meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow
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readings: essays & articles
reassuring ghosts and haunted houses
fish recorded singing dawn chorus on reefs just like birds
what people around the world dream about
poet and philosopher david whyte on anger, forgiveness, and what maturity really means
oranges are orange, salmon are salmon
how memories persist where bodies and even brains do not
the avant-garde musical legacy of the moomins
the weight of our living: on hope, fire escapes, and visible desperation
disturbed minds and disruptive bodies
what is better ー a happy life or a meaningful one?
after my dad died, i started sending him emails. months later, someone wrote me back
on the igbo art of storytelling
what the caves are trying to tell us
promethean beasts — how animal uses of fire help illuminate human pyrocognition
the art of loving and losing female friends
on memorizing poetry
the ecological imagination of hayao miyazaki
reading in the age of constant distraction
holly warburton illustrates tender moments of love and light
romancing the fig: what one fruit can tell us about love, life and human civilization
mystery and birds: 5 ways to practice poetry
can a plant remember? this one seems to — here's the evidence
why female cannibals frighten and fascinate
when you give a tree an email adress
fear not — horror movies build community and emotional resilience
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it's so interesting how blankets only have 4 corners until the very moment you try to untangle them because the stupid tag is in your face and suddenly they have an infinite amount of corners. anything is possible except for getting the blanket straightened out. what's that about.
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Minase, we promised to write each other letters on our birthdays. I think you’ll probably read this letter, so it’ll never be sent. I probably won’t even get a reply. But it’s okay because there’s only one thing I want to say in this letter. I’m glad I got to be your friend. If I hadn’t met you, I’d probably have hated myself for the rest of my life. Spending time with you made me want to be a better person for the first time. You’re very different from me and seem too special for me. So it makes me think you’re great. You being you makes me want to be the person worthy of you. Thank you for making me feel that way. I actually don’t want to go to another school. I want to be with you forever. But that’s my own selfishness. When you’re with me, bad things happen. You’re better off without me. Sad as this is, it’s how I see it. I wanted to smile and greet you for the last time, but did I give you a good smile?
I probably already knew that I liked you. But if I said it out loud, I felt you’d stay away from me, so I was afraid. I think after this, I may want to see you again. No matter how long it’ll be, I’ll always want to see you.
So take care of yourself. I wish you happiness.
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sleeping positions that fuck up your spine feel so good for no reason it’s literally the devil’s deepest temptation
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scrambled eggs prep stats
whisking = 50 years
cooking = 0.01 seconds and if you go over you might as well die
eating = 1 secondd
washing everything you used to make it = 200 years
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pedestrians love to wear entirely dark clothing in November and walk directly into traffic it’s their favourite activity
#it's not my fault it's the deer in me#running into the truffic scaredely while my eyes shine and then you make a u turn and have an accident and then i run into the forest again
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