Jesse Darling, Not Long Now (2014)
“I feel like human beings are basically adaptable and resilient, and I think we survive by doing this whole thing of shrugging off the rupture and embracing the damage as a necessary part of some longitudinal process in which there are no rights and wrongs as seen from space or whatever. That’s my strategy, anyway. Of course my survival strategy is inseparable from my philosophy of a lifeworld, so in that sense I’m an avatar for my own politics as far as it’s possible to be.
I take that pretty seriously somehow: to live your truth in the world and be the change you want to etc etc neoliberal-greeting-card-Facebook-banner-corporate-NGO-coffee-mug—you know the score. I’m into prototypes, though. Like before the truth became the cliché, somebody somewhere was out there shouting about that shit in the void.” — JD
excerpt from joshua espinoza’s ebook
"And I think there’s a point where we stop coming up with excuses to stay where it feels easy or we wilt away, because growth will only come when you let someone in enough to pour their love like rain water down your crystal vase throat, and you might think that you could choke on something so big, but trust me when I tell you that you were perfectly tailored to fit this and going thirsty is just a painful and foolish way to kill yourself."
— Moriah Pearson (via girasolestelle
its been a while
Anonymous: i miss Toronto dearly since I moved away in June last year. what is it like up there? aside from all mayor-related drama, what else is new up there? any architectural developments aside from that giant condo at college park? any good music lately? how much snow is there this year?
The mayor’s a goof, Jully Black just finished a month of crossfit, Justin Bieber is being charged with a bunch of things, we got a new radio station that everyone’s listening to, it’s been sooooooo cold, the TTC is never on time, everything’s a new condo.
"I have immortal longings in me"
"I realize she isn’t much to you now but this morning she looked up at me and said “I think I was supposed to be an abstract painting. It’s a shame that what you see is what you get” and I didn’t get it. She slid closer to me and put her head on my shoulder. I love to humor that girl, “What makes you think you aren’t some beautiful, messy abstract painting?”.
I like her mess and the way it bonds with mine. I like her faults and unworthy thoughts, how they scatter across her in waves. I guess I recognize the mess in me when we sink into each other with a melancholy sigh of relief. I don’t know, maybe I’ve been smoking too much, or I don’t sleep enough. Or do abstract paintings really touch you like that?"
— (via mlcli
"I love thinking about your mouth on my nipples and your hand up my skirt, she said, in fact the very suggestion of you makes me want to pull my panties down."
Everything you love is here
— Margaret Atwood
"One day I woke up
and we no longer spoke
the same language.
I haven’t heard from you since."
— Hishaam Siddiqi, Where Did You Go?
(Source: pridefulvanity, via amaandaloparco)
"I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am."
— Sylvia Plath (via stxxz