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wolf & bunny: a love story
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Richard Siken you continue to haunt me
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it's not bad art if you had fun making it
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Sir WIlliam Blake Richmond, The Watcher
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Source: buttmagazine.com
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Michael Sondergaard: Lasse Under Red Veil
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Roger Zelazny // Fernando Pessoa
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— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
[text ID: If you're happy in a dream, does that count?]
Keep misreading my own pronouns (he/him) in my email signature as they/them, which is funny in its own right but has the potential to be something REALLY hilarious in retrospect, depending on how the rest of my life shakes out.
Especially in conjunction with how my old workplace accidentally printed They/Them on all my name tags one year because they were reading the pronouns of the person above me on the sign-up sheet.
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The Morning Visitor (1967) Dino Buzzati
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Karlheinz Weinberger: Swiss rebel youth, 1950s and 60s
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“No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.”
— ERIN BOW
So, so very much this.
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When the song lyrics are too relatable, but the lyric in question is “my brain is full of barking dogs, my guts are full of barking dogs, my heart is full of barking dogs, my soul is full of barking dogs.”
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My Chemical Romance at Midtown’s former New Brunswick residence in 2003. (Ricardo Saporta)