What Doesn't Kill Me Makes Me Want To Die.

Happy Friday the 13th

Riddle the Cat lookin sleepy and evil

i shall inhale poison rather than falling in love.

sun went away

to rest in paradise

stars in constellation

and moon held the sky

i painted them

in black and white

held them within me

away from human sight

-august

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

Mary Oliver, from "Serengeti”, House of Light

poetry.

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

Change, Strange.

i will end up disappointing people if i do something for myself and that is fine.