when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest
that task you’ve been putting off? that chore you’ve been procrastinating? whatever responsibility it is that you’ve been ignoring, try this: set a timer and dedicate 15 minutes to doing it, and when the timer stops, so do you. you may not complete it in that time frame, and that’s totally okay, because now you’ve made some progress. and guess what? a small victory is still a win.
“This poem doesn’t rhyme.”
Dude about to make haikus:
“Oh you haven’t heard?”
No wonder Radiohead named themselves after a Talking Heads song lol. They were clearly inspired.
Adrian Belew’s riff on “The Great Curve” fascinates me because I have no earthly idea what he’s doing to this guitar
(Talking Heads -Dortmund 1980)
Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.
It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.
12,000 people harmonizing Hey Jude at Pentatonix concert in Des moines
Finch || they/them or ae/aer || amateur artist and hot mess
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