Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Richard Siken, from "Wishbone", Crush
Pay attention to things that usually pass you by unnoticed. Discover new sounds in songs you like and new meanings in your favorite stories. And then go beyond. Listen to new songs. Read new stories. Fall in love with astronomy and then with painting. Start writing poems, songs, and love letters. The possibilities are endless and whatever you choose to do, just remember to never stop opening the doors of your existence because behind some of them you may actually find yourself.
Having the confidence
to show your real face
is also about trusting the kindness
of the world that’ll see it.
To open up and live
as you truly are
is an act of
faith.
This woman is a politician affiliated with the right-wing League party. I have not seen her content, nor do I have any interest in doing so, but based solely on that information I have a sneaking suspicion what kind of people she might suspect of being “pickpockets,” and perhaps a glowing profile in the newspaper of record is a bad idea if my suspicions are correct
Hmmmm
Were the "Moms for Liberty" prosecuted for theft?
Midnight Pals: A Hurt Comfort
Neil Gaiman: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this Gaiman: the most whimsical apocalypse Gaiman: open the sphincters of your mind Gaiman: and let the torrent of wonder flood you
Gaiman: stop! stop the story! Gaiman: i can't get the lid off of my jar of rainbows! won't someone help me? Gaiman: you perhaps? Franz Kafka: you did a genre hurt Gaiman: Kafka: you did a no comfort
Kafka: you did a bad feel Kafka: you did a cold prickly Kafka: you did a whoopsie vibe Kafka: you did a sad thing
Gaiman: ah but you see Gaiman: the story is the thing Gaiman: sometimes, my friend, you must climb the statue of the demon to get closer to god Kafka: this is violence Gaiman: look, the lid comes right off Gaiman: i was just doing a bit
Kafka: i'm calling you out, gaiman Kafka: you did a floopsie poop Gaiman: ah well Kafka: i demand that you rectify this Kafka: you need to do a make-right memoir Gaiman: ah well Kafka: i am waiting
Kafka: i need a cozy continue Barker: estrogen could have saved her Poe: hush, clive Barker: i'm just sayin Poe: no one likes egg culture jokes clive
When my kiddo finally decided (at age 20) that it was time for (most of) his enormous Lego collection to go, it was a gut-wrenching moment for me (goodbye childhood!). However, we used this service, which was simple and hassle-free.
This is wonderful to know.
“Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere.”
— Paulo Coelho
“I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do. I learned to suspect that everyone is capable of living a lie. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.”
— Lynn Barber
Feeling too much
can hurt sometimes,
but one day you grow
and realize
that your heart
was never really
broken.
It was just
wide open.
Insecurity
I walk into a room and look away,
ashamed of my inferiority.
“They’re smarter and prettier and better
than I can ever even hope to be,”
I think, and I quietly avoid them.
But that’s not the lens through which they see me;
I have no reason to believe it is—
nothing but my damn insecurity.
there is nothing wrong with cutting off toxic family. there is nothing wrong with blocking numbers. there is nothing wrong with standing up for yourself. there is nothing wrong with doing what is best for you. there is nothing wrong with protecting your peace. there is nothing wrong with any of the choices you are making to help yourself heal from whatever trauma happened to you.
I want to make this absolutely clear to kids: children didn't used to be stuck inside the house like you are today. There used to be public places you could hang out. It used to be fairly safe to walk around because trucks weren't designed to kill children. You didn't need a car to go anywhere so kids without a license weren't trapped. There weren't 24/7 cable news networks constantly scaring parents with anecdotes even as crime was at all time lows and the biggest danger comes from adults kids know not strangers.
It's easy to ignore old people talking about "the good ol' days" because a lot of the people saying that shit are racist assholes, but the way society treats kids today really is objectively worse than how kids used to be treated. You deserve better, and you should know that better things are possible. We just need to kill the suburbs and for-profit news.
When I was a kid in the 80s and 90s, I could go for a bike ride or walk with my sister or friends and we could leave after breakfast and not come back until dinner and our parents weren't worried. We lived on the edge of town, so we could turn left into the woods or turn right and go downtown or go straight and go to a friend's house in the neighborhood. I went to a park or the community pool or went out for ice cream alone from a young age.
I also regularly walked to and from school alone from as young as first grade (so, about age 6). And I'm not saying I walked three miles uphill in snow both ways, but I checked a map and it was over half a mile and crossed at least one street that people drive pretty fast on. And that was normal.
All the same for the ‘60s.
In Chinese, a soul mate is described as zhiyin – someone who ‘understands your music’.
Ma Jian