Minnie Instagram Update

“the algorithm only shows us _____” so stop looking at the algorithm. you don't need it. go to a thrift store and flip through some magazines from the 1980s. go read a random book that’s no longer in print on the internet archive. go to a museum and walk around until you see an artwork you don’t recognize. go get a cookbook from the library and make a recipe you've never tried. go listen to the radio. go talk to people in real life. go write a poem or a song and don't show anybody. go take a walk. you are not confined to your online content feed. you never have been!!!!!!!

dont blame me, blame the enfp urge to start over

“And God looked the other way”

@/avainblue // antigone, sophocles // @/sinfulscrapbook // unknown // it is right to draw their fur, dave eggers // day after tomorrow - phoebe bridgers // unknown // sun bleached flies - ethel cain // tonight I’m someone else, chelsea hodson // the war of vaslav nijinsky, frank bidart

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,

Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,

Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,

Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,

The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

  Answer.

That you are here—that life exists and identity,

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

by WALT WHITMAN

"You have to choose a subject" but what if i wanna be an author, poet, dancer , philosopher, academic researcher, hiker, historian, movie producer, photographer, essay writer, fisherman, interior designer, stuntman, wrestler, cult icon, biker, unknown painter who lives in secret mysterious vigilante who lives in the shadows, and unrefined nonhuman perception that changes with the seasons all in my one little life and have my own little infinity amongst all these big infinities WHAT IF?

2025

BE A STUDENT OF WHAT YOU ADMIRE

DO IT BADLY RATHER THAN NOT AT ALL

TO DESPAIR IS TO CEDE VICTORY TO THOSE WHO DO NOT DESERVE IT

BROADEN YOUR CULTURAL HORIZONS

REVEL IN THE ANALOG

ACTION ABSORBS ANXIETY

GRIEF IS PRODUCTIVE; GUILT IS NOT

I finished reading the trunk by kim ryeo-ryeong and I really don't understand.... Like nothing was concluded or I just totally missed something? I need someone to explain it to me

not normal about orpheus and eurydice. you loved someone so much it opened the stones of the underworld. so much that death had to listen. so much that everything stopped for your love. so much that you turned around. so much that even when you did wrong. she forgave you.

I usually don’t care about how people interpret text, but I’ll throw hands with anyone that says James Farrow is dead