Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]
no cause id totally want to do this with my friends ( which i dont have)
one time my friend and i came up with a basic “language” called wheat vegetable root. wheat represented every noun. vegetable represented every verb. root represented every adjective. it was very body language based. if my friend beckoned and said “vegetable”, i understood that my friend was telling me to walk with them. if my friend pointed to something and said “wheat”, i understood that they were showing me something. if they said “root wheat” and smiled, they’re saying this thing is good. if they say “root wheat” and frown, they’re saying this thing is bad. we spent a whole day talking like this and drove the rest of our friends insane.
the art of cruelty: a reckoning, maggie nelson
having short-term memory is like. this book profoundly affected me. that show bared my soul. i don’t remember a single thing about it. but it did
I came across this special folio of poets from Gaza published by peripheries (an annual publication by Harvard Divinity School’s Center for the Study of World Religions). It was published in 2021 and edited by Tayseer Abu Odeh and Mosab Abu Toha. You can read the seven poets here.
To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton
"Oranges" - Gary Soto, June 1983
one of my very favorite poems. that last line slays me. it has stayed with me for years and years.
for the voices at the back of my mind i hope this puts you at ease and i hope you hold no guilt over it
some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures
my psych book:
mary oliver, from the deer
La Nuit (before 1937)
— by Auguste Raynaud
self portrait against bed wallpaper by Richard Siken
eternally plagued by being the "intellectual" friend (has surface knowledge on everything) while being the most socially sensitive (can be friends with just anyone) BUT personally cold and aloof friend (needs a lot of distance and alone time)