The Only Person Who Has Ever Understood Music Might Be Sufjan Stevens In 2006

me asf this summer

DO NOT sleep during the day. Youll be like What the hell later

things are getting worse again (i am actively resisting the urge to reread crimson rivers)

i never realized how codependent my relationship with ao3 is until it went down

"sex scenes have no narrative purpose" is such a funny take on so many levels. people will really believe that the whole human experience is valuable to portray artistically except sex, which of course has never held emotional weight or significance for anybody

“I feel such a creative force in me: I am convinced that there will be a time when, let us say, I will make something good every day, on a regular basis....I am doing my very best to make every effort because I am longing so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things mean painstaking work, disappointment, and perseverance.”

― Vincent Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

for Acker, writing seems to be a way to slow down her pain, to snatch at and examine it

The young woman that emerges is herself in flux, and appears, by turns and at once, petulant, defiant, earnest, seething, self-sabotaging, fearful, isolated, longing. From time to time, and especially when discussing her cats or her writing, there are eruptions of elation, even ecstasy. She feels too much, doesn’t feel enough. She has a difficult time meeting people, she hates people. She loves her body, hates her body. She loves New York, hates New York. In one moment, she is completely convinced of the value of her writing; the next, it’s worthless. She craves authenticity while struggling to define what that even means. Above all, she is constantly questioning—what she thinks, what she does, what she writes and feels and remembers and desires. Even as the entries can feel hurried and harried, for Acker, writing seems to be a way to slow down her pain, to snatch at and examine it.

— Jason McBride, “Eat Your Mind: The Radical Life and Work of Kathy Acker“ (Simon & Schuster, November 29, 2022) 

he’s a 10 but one of his paintings keeps getting uglier and more horrific with each passing day

committed to the bit: self explanatory. we all know this one.

committed to the fit: wearing an absolute killer slay fun little outfit regardless of weather incompatibility

committed to the tit: any self respecting boob lover is committed to the tit.

committed to the pit: read trc specifically trk for context

committed to the hit: violence. rage. mayhem

committed to the sit: sit on the counter sit on the fucking floor but wherever u sit don't move for anything or anybody

committed to the vit: fun little dracula accent I guess

The trick is to not let people know how really weird you are until it’s too late for them to back out.