truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
Svetlana Alexievich, The Unwomanly Face of War, trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky (New York: Random House, 2017), xxi.
“I am a historian of the soul.”
Kanye West x Bape "College Dropout" (2007)
Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [transcript in ALT]
fake idgafer. i saw tht haunted look in ur eyes
When poetry speaks to you, it is because of the demonic entities. You should not listen!
Hello Kitty x Dr. Romanelli Vinyl Figures
Getting ahead on my New Year’s resolution to become a network of free-floating signs which can only reflect each other. Woke up at 6 am and immediately started crying. So far, so good.
tell me a secret, pass me your vape. You are the eyes seeing through God’s hand || he/him || 21
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