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florida is so spooky cute she grows on me every time

don’t know where i’m going don’t know who’s coming with me except my sister

How do they keep making later and later stages of late-capitalism

pronouns are cham/beo

love horses so fucking much 😭

Wild horses crossing a river in Iran. photog: Eydi Heydari

woof

i’ve been falling asleep to skate videos

1 n/a

2 hans bellmer

3 n/a

4 betye saar

rosa barba

What I want vs What I deserve vs What I truly need

me two weeks ago on the couch at the cock holding hands w a boy who needed a break

In the gay sex dungeon doing my crossword with a coffee, occasionally looking up with mild interest

Han Kang declines press conference, refuses to celebrate award while people die in wars Han Kang, the first Korean to win the Nobel Prize in literature, has declined to hold a press conference, citing the global tragedies of the Ukraine-Russia war and the Israel-Palestine conflict. Her father, the renowned novelist Han Seung-won, 85, conveyed her message during a press conference at the Han Seung-won Literary School in Jangheung, South Jeolla Province. "(Han Kang) told me, 'With the war intensifying and people being carried out dead every day, how can we have a celebration or a press conference?' She said she won’t hold a press conference," he said.

What Han Kang has done is a radical reminder that art cannot and should not exist in a vacuum, especially when the world around it is burning.

In a time when the entertainment industry mass-produces content to meet an endless appetite for meaningless distraction, we risk losing sight of art’s traditional role as a catalyst for reflection, resistance and revolution. Be it in literature, music or visual art, the most powerful works often emerge not from periods of peace and stability, but from times of unrest and conflict. They confront uncomfortable truths, challenge power structures and push audiences to think critically about the world they live in. As I have said many times before, art isn’t simply entertainment—it’s a mirror held up to society, and at times, a weapon against injustice.

The truth is, many entertainers may fear "disappointing" their audiences, losing sponsorship deals or damaging their "reputation" by taking such "strong" stances. But Han Kang’s gesture is proof that true art requires sacrifice, and sometimes, that sacrifice means choosing silence over celebration, message over money.

Han Kang’s decision shows everyone the power of refusal and the potential impact when art refuses to entertain at the expense of turning a blind eye to suffering. It is a call and, dare I say, a challenge to the wider artistic community to consider the weight of their influence and the moral imperative to use it for good.

hunter open studios

porque sí y porque no

i had a dream i was alone in the bedroom of someone i was crushing on and she was texting me telling me about these files she had on people we both knew. i recognized some folders for my old friend Kendall and my other friend Omar. with the information from these files she would manipulate folks to buy and sell pills for her. she did this with someone i really don't fuck with in real life. but there i was reading when i found a bird in a clear plastic bag. in the bag were other things like sticks and wool in the shape of an airplane. there was a small hole where the bird's head was out getting air. I desperately looked around how to give the bird water. shorty had a bunch of pill bottles around and i filled a pill bottle top and gave the bird water like that.

i had a dream i had a camel and i loved her so much we shared a bed and cuddled and i sang to her. i realized i hadn’t fed her so i was making a bowl of fruits and vegetables but distractions got in the way then my grandma threw away the bowl and the house was a mess. there was tall bird who turned into a little girl. she peed on a chair in the dining room. she was clearly undead and just roaming around the house. i didn’t want her there so i clothed her and asked my aunt and grandma to take her outside. while they were out i was looking for my camel but she wasn’t with me anymore

my friends joke that i’m colombian sun dominican moon and rising