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He has a similar outlook on life as I do. Have some fucking fun, goddammit! Enjoy yourself. Enjoy other people. Have sex. Create your own family. Create your own utopia. That’s what he did. He could make friends instantly. It takes a special kind of openness not to lose your mind when so many people come at you from different angles, and yet he still had something to give [...] Now, it’s your turn to step up. It’s your turn to experience life, to be open. That’s what you have to take from him. You should be more of yourself than ever.

Lydia Lunch on Anthony Bourdain

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I don't know if any of my followers have been keeping up with some of the funnier things that have happened this election, but my personal favourite is the state of the electoral ballot for Carleton, Pierre Poilievres riding. (Link goes to the wiki page for the riding.)

There are 91 candidates.

91.

The ballot is over a meter long.

Is this an accessibility issue for voters with poor dexterity/eyesight/literacy? Yes.

Is it also funny as heck that he is so disliked by his own riding that they're fucking with him like this? Also yes.

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If you are Canadian, this is your permission to ignore any and all international campaigns from now until the 28th. You can ignore the the hell going on in the US, the UK, everything.

If you are Canadian, the Canadian federal election is the most important thing for you right now. Put the oxygen mask on yourself before assisting another person.

Looking at the English language debate, no one won or lost but Poilievre made his responses into sound bites. This isn't a good sign. This is a sign that he will become contextless tiktok videos. I don’t care how far ahead the Liberals are in the polls. We know what happened to the US.

Go vote tomorrow. Go vote Saturday, Sunday, Monday, or go vote on the 28th!

And don't split the vote.

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no other social media site gives me what tumblr has given me . i love this place . it’s awful here. i’ll never leave .

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firm believe that not everything happens for a reason, sometimes things are just cruel. and they shouldn’t have happened and it’s not supposed to be a lesson because we never deserved such thing.

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what were your almost names ur parents could’ve given you. i was almost: kevin, hazel, griffin, forrest, alison, jamie

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I've been rewatching Turn: Washington's Spies and I'm getting to the point I always get where I'm having to force myself to finish the show. I actually have never seen the end of this show. What at all is the point without Major John André? 💔

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Forever Love by Tom Ford

“I am tired of the cult of youth. The cultural rejection of old age, the stigmatization of wrinkles, grey hair, of bodies furrowed by the years. I am fascinated by Diana Vreeland, Georgia O’Keeffe and Louise Bourgeois, women who have let time embrace them without ever cheating. Society today condemns this, me, I celebrate it. For this session of fine jewelry, I imagined a man and a woman who had been together for a long time, faithful to each other and always incandescent with desire.”

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Has this been done

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PARKER POSEY as VICTORIA RATLIFF THE WHITE LOTUS SEASON 3

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“It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.”

— Jack Kerouac

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Jack Kerouac at a Beat Party at Seven Arts Coffee Gallery, 1959. Photo by Burt Glinn.

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art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you

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I don’t know how to embed a video on here, but this quote so poetically explained a concept I couldn’t put into words.

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what are ur fave poems of all-time?

hi 💌 here are some:

“Hanging Fire” by Audre Lorde

“Tired” by Langston Hughes

“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O'Hara

“Love After Love” by Derek Walcott

“Mayakovsky” by Frank O'Hara

“i like my body when it is with your” by E. E. Cummings

“New Year's Eve Prayer” by Jeff Buckley

“Rain” by Roberto Bolaño

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

“Spring Torrents” by Sara Teasdale

“Tulips” by Sylvia Plath 

“A great Hope fell” by Emily Dickinson

“Poem” by Langston Hughes

“Sometimes I Pretend” by Naomi Shihab Nye

“What Was Once the Largest Shopping Center in Northern Ohio Was Built Where There Had Been a Pond I Used to Visit Every Summer Afternoon” by Mary Oliver

“Summer Morning” by Mary Oliver

“You Are Tired (I Think)” by E. E. Cummings

“Sifter” by Naomi Shihab Nye

“Emergency Management” by Camille Rankine

“Thanksgiving 2006” by Ocean Vuong

“Litany” by Langston Hughes

“Suicide in the Trenches” by Siegfried Sassoon

“I heard a Fly buzz - when I died” by Emily Dickinson

“Warning” by Jenny Joseph

“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by E. E. Cummings

“Love Sorrow” by Mary Oliver

“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre)” by Warsan Shire

“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” by Richard Siken

“Limited but Fertile Possibilities Are Offered by This Brochure” by Marge Piercy

“The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass

“Mad Girl's Love Song” by  Sylvia Plath

“The Century’s Decline” by Wislawa Szymborska

“A Primer For The Small Weird Loves” by Richard Siken

“Unpainted Door” by Louise Glück

“Spring has come back again” by Rainer Maria Rilke

“Homesickness” by Marina Tsvetaeva

“Don't Hesitate” by Mary Oliver

“There's a certain Slant of light” by Emily Dickinson

“Poem for Haruko” by June Jordan

“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song” by Mary Oliver

“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan

“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles (under the cut because I couldn't find it online)

Edward the Confessor by Eileen Myles

I have a confession to make I wish there were some role in society I could fulfill I could be a confessor I have a confession to make I have this way when I step into the bakery on 2nd Ave. of wanting to be the only really nice person in the store so the harried sales woman with several toned hair will like me. I do this in all kinds of stores, coffee shops xerox shops, everywhere I go. And invariably I leave my keys, xeroxing, my coffee from the last place I am being so nice. I try so hard to make a great impression on these neutral strangers right down to the perfect warm smile I get entirely lost and stagger back out onto the street, bereft of something major. It’s really leaning too hard on the everyday. My mother was the kind of woman who dragging us into stores always seemed to charm the pants off the cashier. She was such a great person, so human though at home she was such a bitch, I mean really distant. I imitate her and I don’t do it well. She didn’t leave her wallet or us in a store. I’m just a pale imitation it is simply not my style to open the hearts of strangers to my true personhood. I hope you accept this tiny confession of what I am currently going through. And if you are experiencing something of a similar nature tell someone, not me, but tell someone. It’s the new human program to be in. It would be nice for at least these final moments if we could sigh with the relief of being in the same program with all the other humans whispering in school. I can’t quite locate the terror, but I am trying to be my mother or Edward the Confessor smiling down on you with up-praying hands. I am looking down at the tips of my boots as I step across the balcony of the church excited to be allowed to say these things. Outside my church is a relationship. On 11th street this guy and this woman are selling the woman so they can get more dope. All their things are there, rags and loaves of bread and make-up. And there was— this was incredible. Two men lying by the door of the church giving each other blow-jobs. They were sort of street guys, one black one white. I said hey you can’t do that here. They jumped up, one spit come out of his mouth. If you don’t get out of here I’ll call the cops. Don’t call the cops we’ll go, we’ll leave. That was a shock. That was more than I expected to see in a day. Something about seeing the guy spit come out of his mouth. He didn’t have to do that. I guess I scared him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was scared too.

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Outdoor Lunch

Yongjae kim

oil on linen, 2022