(i often picture my anger as grief playing dress up)
i deleted my blog and tumblr immediately asked me if i want to sign up again
and here you are
the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent
in many ways tumblr is like a house. the ever shifting ui. features that are added and removed with little discretion. your posts didn’t look like that yesterday. is the change within the margin? the padding? you’re unsure. not to mention the beast
. . . you have once and for all already made the decisive contribution to my recovery, which you renew every minute by thinking well of me.
Franz Kafka · July 19, 1920, Letters to Milena (1952)
June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”
[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]
“Look here, it’s perfectly obvious by now to anyone that my head is turned by imagined elsewheres and hardly at all by present circumstances.”
— Claire-Louise Bennett, Pond
concept: me, laying in the sun on the softest grass imaginable. i have nowhere to go, no one to be
