Bible and Infermiterol 💌
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came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat
—F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Oh my god Kayla I've missed you so much (waiting-in-the-weeds, rebranded after a breakup) I'm happy to see you on my dash again 🖤🖤🖤
Oh my god hi!! How have you been? It’s crazy to log back in after so long and see so many of my fav people still posting ☺️ and receiving this literally makes me so happy bc I didn’t think anyone would remember me on here! :’)
I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.
Joan Didion
Slouching Towards Bethlehem
trying to make sense of it / reach some sort of meaning
But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life.
The Ballad Of Cleopatra- The Lumineers.(2017)
It’s a listening to The Lumineers and yearning kind of evening
Smtimes your house is haunted because there's a ghost sometimes your house is haunted because you miss grandma and your mom misses her even more sometimes your house is haunted because the subtext of how the last owners decorated rubs you wrong way sometimes your house is haunted because you've sublimated the fact that you didn't want to move in the first place and Sometimes your house is haunted because there's a carbon monoxide leak. Lots of options.
Margaret Atwood, from the short story ‘The Bad News’, Moral Disorder and Other Stories
Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe, 1969.
Julian Wasser, Joan Didion, Stingray, 1968
Surprise! I think of Midnights as a complete concept album, with those 13 songs forming a full picture of the intensities of that mystifying, mad hour. However! There were other songs we wrote on our journey to find that magic 13. I’m calling them 3am tracks. Lately I’ve been loving the feeling of sharing more of our creative process with you, like we do with From The Vault tracks. So it’s 3am and I’m giving them to you now. 🌌
“September 22. Nothing.”
— Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923
The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
—David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas