Been meaning to make this first, last, and only post on the subject: if I find out that anyone I know (or don’t) has so much as sympathized with—let alone donated money to—that Ferguson cop, I will no longer acknowledge your existence nor will I continue to think of you as a human.
My Bloody Valentine - “Who Sees You”
MusicIvyRose - Creep (Radiohead Cover)
god bless the side boob
First you wake in disbelief, then
In sadness and grief and when you wake
For the last time, the forest you’ve been
Looking for will turn out to be
Right in the middle of your chest
-Dean Young, “Side Effects”
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
— Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
red cabbage is my new aesthetic