oh to experience that 'blue and her boys were all in love with one another' shit irl
This will always remain my favorite vintage lesbian art… Do I even have to break it down for you?
The young woman that emerges is herself in flux, and appears, by turns and at once, petulant, defiant, earnest, seething, self-sabotaging, fearful, isolated, longing. From time to time, and especially when discussing her cats or her writing, there are eruptions of elation, even ecstasy. She feels too much, doesn’t feel enough. She has a difficult time meeting people, she hates people. She loves her body, hates her body. She loves New York, hates New York. In one moment, she is completely convinced of the value of her writing; the next, it’s worthless. She craves authenticity while struggling to define what that even means. Above all, she is constantly questioning—what she thinks, what she does, what she writes and feels and remembers and desires. Even as the entries can feel hurried and harried, for Acker, writing seems to be a way to slow down her pain, to snatch at and examine it.
— Jason McBride, “Eat Your Mind: The Radical Life and Work of Kathy Acker“ (Simon & Schuster, November 29, 2022)
when was the last time you asked yourself how it felt to exist within a body?
"Can I call you" not so fast, first you must answer my riddles three (could this have been a text, what do you want, how long will this take).
the two genders are “i no longer wish to be perceived” and “i have to be the most fuckable person at the grocery store”
Dunsapie Loch, Holyrood Park, Edinburgh
15.05.25
entering my florence + the machine era
the only teenage experience I've ever had was reading the raven cycle on the summer I was 16 and I'm kinda okay with that
Too many songs about love, not enough songs about swordfights.
13-year-old Regulus Black, probably