Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions For Traveling West

I asked my kids if they’d prefer a secret garden or a secret library and my son shook his head and was like “I don’t trust the secret gardeners and librarians”

“We want ‘poems that kill.’ Assassin poems, poems that shoot guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys and take their weapons leaving them dead.”

— Amiri Baraka

The fear of what ifs holding us back from our most magnificent selves.

We are afraid of vulnerability, of what it may do to us. And this fear is what keeps us from moving forward. The things we set out to achieve, now lie only in thoughts. What could have been, if only we embraced our vulnerabilities. ~Wedarkacademia.

Evermore: Taylor Swift’s new album is a haunting lesson in kindness | Lifestyle News,The Indian Express

https://indianexpress.com/article/lifestyle/art-and-culture/taylor-swift-evermore-album-7108478/

So, a part of me feels like I'm not completely over all the songs on #lover and Taylor Swift just drops #folklore and uhhh..?..?.. how do I move on this fast?

i will turn you into a fucking pdf if you dont stop

I think sometimes we just have to risk it. Live the way we feel. And you know it, it might not turn out well. Sometimes it doesn’t turn out well at all. But we have to try. We have to keep on trying. Otherwise, we just become puppets. All painted smiles outside, while inside nothing but sawdust.

Little Ashes (2008) dir. Paul Morrison

"The idea of a perfect date"

“The idea of a perfect date”

//MONSOON 2021// /JULY 2/12;08am How perfect can a perfect date actually be? Does every little detail play out the way the initiator planned it to be? Or does it have to follow a certain norm dictated and infused into our minds by media?My idea of it is far from it. In fact, it can be summed up in four words. Before I get to that, I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a lot of differences on how…

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Desensitised?

A scream erupted outside as I was at my desk on warm Thursday evening. I went about my tasks; A scream erupted at midnight as I was scrolling through my phone. I went on with my leisure time; unbothered I could on with the number of times something as such had already occurred, but could I even recall? I can however, recall a shrill cry of pain I had heard two days ago and I was about to go on…