No Ceiling

christian poppe photographed performing as puck in balanchine’s a midsummer night’s dream by angela sterling

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i heard that guy doesn't have a library card let's kill him

Me and the terrifying supercomputer i pulled by understanding the sexual allure of the machine

“i can fix him” you are literally x10 as fucked up as him

Pauline Chase as Joan of Arc.

met a couple tonight whose meet-cute was the shorter one saying 'bet you i could kick you in the throat' and the taller one standing there starstruck while their friends backed away slowly, as the challenger proceeded to demonstrate said capability with a gentle leg lift laden with intent

I love media where a sad waterlogged kind of a man turns into a traitorous slut

— Winter, Chen Chen

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damn girl there is something very wrong with you! I am captivated and intrigued by your distressing aura and your rabid charm.

IF LIFE IS AS SHORT AS OUR ANCESTORS INSIST IT IS, WHY ISN’T EVERYTHING I WANT ALREADY AT MY FEET

if I make it to heaven, I will ask for all of the small pleasures I could have had on earth. And I’m sure this will upset

the divine order. I am a simple man. I want, mostly, a year that will not kill me when it is over.

A hot stove and a wooden porch, bent under the weight of my people. I was born, and it only got worse

from there. In the dead chill of a doctor’s office, I am told what to cut back on and what to add more of.

None of this sounds like living. I sit in a running car under a bath of orange light and eat the fried chicken

that I promised my love I would stray from for the sake of my heart and its blood

labor. Still, there is something about the way a grease stain begins small and then tiptoes its way along

the fabric of my pants. Here, finally, a country worth living in. One that falls thick from whatever

it is we love so much that we can’t stop letting it kill us. If we must die, let it be inside here. If we must.

HANIF WILLIS-ABDURRAQIB

I WILL BE THE KNIFE THIS TIME.

Hart Crane, from “My Grandmother’s Love Letters”, The Collected Poems of Hart Crane