Herste - Et Ceterus

"I could make that abstract art, anyone could" then make it. Unironically. Go buy some paints. Do a mild googling. Do it, make the same art. See what it feels like. Find out what it inspires in you. Back in high school one kid was pretty disparaging of Jackson Pollock's art until we MADE Jackson Pollocks and it became his THING for the rest of the year. You could go into the art room on break to find him picking out colors and preparing space to make em. Try on the abstract art and let yourself forge a genuine connection to it, coward.

there are whole worlds between 'friend' and 'lover' that we don't talk about, or even have names for... there are levels of love we need to stop ignoring

hello my hand is gonna fall off

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Artwork: Hu Jundi

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“I’ll try to sleep now. What’s sleep? What’s this magical death spread with the names of the vine? A body, lead heavy, is thrown into a cotton cloud by sleep. A body that soaks up sleep as an uncared-for plant absorbs the scent of dew.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Belles-lettres]

no, mom, you don't need to worry about me getting distracted by a boyfriend, you've already fucked up my attachment style so much i can't bear the thought of someone loving me unconditionally without having a nervous breakdown...

what do they put in october and november that makes them the most ungodly mental breakdown psychosis inducing months imaginable. what are they storing in the orange leaves and generally grey drowsy atmosphere

severance + screenshots

how many selfies does it take for you to know me?

how many does it take for me to know myself

from abell 2218 by eric gamalinda, published in amigo warfare: poems

[Text ID: I use my body to find love. I eat all the wrong foods. I believe what I see with my own two eyes. Fear eats me. I have to look for a job. I can sprint faster than sound. I burn forever, I have no end. /End ID]