some of you have never even had a femme and thats your issue i think

im dead fucking serious

Mitski photographed by Ebru Yıldız

Oscar Rabin (Russian, 1928-2018), Bread at the Cemetery, 1964. Oil on canvas, 80.5 x 99.5 cm.

so uh. this is what the author of The Care And Keeping Of You looks like.

I’m literally obsessed with normal women. I’m loving those pics of woman chess grandmasters that are going around because they all look normal as hell. Normal slay

FEBRUARY AND MY LOVE IS IN ANOTHER STATE

so when i walk down the street, i hold hands with the wind. there’s a chimney coughing up ahead & a sky so honey, i could almost taste it. a cat struts away from me & two yellow eyes become four: just like that, i’m the loneliest creature on this block. soon the streetlights will come alive & television sets will light up with blues. stay with me. while the sky is still golden, hold the ladder so i can climb, & from the highest rung, i can scrape away a drizzle of light to wear around my neck. alone is the star i follow. in love & in solitude: alone is the home with the warmest glow.

JOSÉ OLIVAREZ

AUGUST

So this is love. When it slows the rain touches everyone on their way home. Whatever was promised of pleasure costs the body more than it has. Perhaps they were right putting love into books… to look at the sky without asking a question, to look at the sea and know you won’t drown today. Despite all our work, even the worst of life has a place in memory. And the fixed hours between two and five before evening are the aimless future with someone who cannot stay new. August returns us to a gap in history where our errors find the invention of a kinder regret. Almost possible: to believe these days will change more than us but the past too. Which is blue and without end. A long drive toward a remembered place. A secret left on a beach. Underwater where the voices of summer are tones of speech, requiring less of the mind. The familiar creaks in the old floorboards. Glasses left out in the storm. Our handwritten lists with every illegible worry and more. The person you think of despite their cruelty. The sun and its cruelty. How it’s kept its distance and kept us alive. Not needing to know anything about what we do with the rest of desire.

ALEX DIMITROV

Pearl Boys by Shinji Nakaba

miss americana

and the heartbreak prince

a year ago something happened on this day