Tiles, United States C. 1880s.

"La Condesa Sangrienta"

by Santiago Caruso

http://www.santiagocaruso.com.ar/

Sergey Shigolev- Morning Stars, 1928.

“You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They know it's going to rise tomorrow. When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it's always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt.” ~ Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

I still don't know If fighting against something Is the same thing As fighting for anything

Joan Jett at the Aragon Ballroom, Chicago, Illinois, United States, 25th March 1977

📷 Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images

inspired by an illustration from a 1950 magazine

*** [we'll sit by the window...]

we'll sit by the window

we'll watch the storm coming

the darkest skies open

the strongest wind blowing

we'll see it take over

the world as we know it

we'll be left with nothing

but each other's hoping

for the days to come after

the days of redemption

to finally bring forth

our longed-for salvation

and yet we'll be crying

and yelling, denying

for no one has taught us

how to handle dying

i wish i could stop this

and hold you forever

but this very moment

is worth more than ever

we'll sit by the window

and watch the storm coming

once we had a future

soon we will be nothing

Arial B.

September 2023

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.

Playing The Downward Spiral cd on my Hello Kitty boombox is the only thing keeping me from ending it all