Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ From Everyone On The Moon Is Essential Personnel

‘90s and ‘00s movie makeovers in summary.

Mowing through an entire box of pocky feeling like a pencil sharpener being fed whole pencils by a 3rd grader

If I were a teacher at Hogwarts I would give and take points a lot, but I wouldn’t use multiples of 5.

“Thank you for your answer Emma. 3.76 points to Hufflepuff.”

“But professor, you can’t do that.”

“Shut up Ingo or I’ll take 45.00000001 points from Gryffindor.”

❝ I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we. ❞

— Nikita Gill

telepathy, but make it more abstract

Robert Icke, Oresteia (Act Three). went to the trouble of transcribing this for one of my silly little comic web weaving posts but u guys can see it on my main too i guess <3

ELECTRA: Dad. You used to sit right there.

AGAMEMNON: I did. Family meals. Your mother's custom. Still going.

ELECTRA: We're not the model family of the modern major general. But then we weren't that when you were here either.

It's strange that you aren't here.

AGAMEMNON: You'll get used to it.

ELECTRA: I haven't yet.

AGAMEMNON: You will.

ELECTRA: It feels like minutes. I know it's been longer than that.

AGAMEMNON: This is it now. This is doing things fatherless.

ELECTRA: I just thought that.

AGAMEMNON: Like father [like son].

ELECTRA: I sharpen my pencil fatherless. I pour a glass of wine fatherless. I don't drink it fatherless. I hear a song fatherless that I used to [like] --

I feel absolutely nothing at all.

I imagine a conversation with my father fatherless. The colour of it stains my head. It echoes. It stays with me. Whether or not any of the words were ever spoken, it's the realest thing that happens all day.

We know our true name, we just can’t pronounce it (acrylics, 2022)

Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem

Art by Camille Andre