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the only ship i need is a scholarship am i right ladies

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max julien lalanne

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artist: miranda sofroniou

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View - Rosegarden.

Alice Brasser

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Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings

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i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith

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Frieda Hughes, Sylvia Plath's daughter, from "Memory Loss 1: Departure", in Alternative Values (published in 2015, 52 years after Sylvia death)

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“1. Always have a water bottle in your car 2. Carry an extra lighter (even if you don’t smoke) 3. Get something new where you go to eat often, not just your usual. 4. Make a budget for yourself 5. But don’t forget to give yourself some play money and always round up on how much things cost so you have money left over 6. If you’re texting someone, but nervous to send it, just click the fucking send button. You typed that shit out for a reason. 7. Stay out late. Wake up early. You’ll be glad you had all of your day. 8. If something makes you laugh until your sides hurt, write it down in the notes in your phone, you’ll want to remember that later. 9. When you’re talking to someone, and you suddenly think of something you want to say, put up a finger and wait for them to finish talking. It’ll help you remember what you wanted to say, but you won’t interrupt them. 10. Go to plenty of concerts. Especially outdoor ones. Get drunk with your friends, but not sloppy drunk. Just drunk enough to scream your favorite songs and dance without feeling embarrassed. 11. Even though the best present is someone’s presence, it’s still always nice giving or receiving an actual gift. 12. Always keep a change of clothes in your car. Including a pair of shoes. You never know. 13. Keep at least $20 cash on you at all times. Gas is usually cheaper when you pay with cash, and not everywhere you go to eat splits checks. 14. It’s okay to be sad, but try not to forget about what makes you happy. 15. Coupons are always fantastic. 16. If you think something is cute, fucking wear it. Don’t worry about what everyone else thinks. You’ll look great, I promise. 17. Sex stores are fun, even if you just want a good laugh. 18. Plan out your days off with your friends, that way you aren’t stuck around asking the “I don’t know what do you wanna do” 19. Don’t forget to remind your friends how much they mean to you. 20. If someone gives you a compliment, smile and say thank you. They wouldn’t say it, if they didn’t mean it. 21. Drink plenty of water. Not only does it keep you hydrated, but clears your skin. 22. I know you might want to be tan, but is it really worth being burnt and exposing yourself to all that skin cancer bull shit? No. Use at least SPF 15. It’s not that hard and you’ll still tan. So stop being a brat. 23. You’re allowed to be happy. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. 24. Aim to be better, not bitter. 25. Some days are better than others. 26. You can never over pack. Pack what you want. You’ll be glad you have options to choose from. 27. Take those extra hours at work. It’ll be worth it when you see your paycheck. 28. Clean your fucking room and make your bed you slob. It’ll look so much nicer and you’ll feel better you did it. 29. If you have to, make the first move. It’s scary, but someone has to do it. 30. Take plenty of pictures. Of the sunset, your food, your friends, your dog, selfies. Everything. That way, later when you scroll through your camera roll, you’ll remember everything about that day, good or bad.”

— 30 things I learned the year I turned twenty.

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it's just me and wild geese by Mary Oliver against the world

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— Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses, "Little Crazy Love Song"

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Mary Oliver, from "Such Singing in the Wild Branches"

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la hechisera vino pa’ cenar.  albuquerque, new mexico. april 2019

© tag christof

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V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

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Joanna Klink, from “On Diminishment”, The Nightfields

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Girl Asks Why I Have Never Been In Love

And I tell her how in endless summers, apples would fall from the tree in my parents’ garden. Sometimes they’d drop suddenly, and you’d think there was someone there with you. We’d be sent out with plastic bags to scoop them up before we pulled the weeds. They had to go quickly, because british heat is a thick, unforgiving wool. We’d find the fruit split by stone and melting, candying the air with their decay.

So maybe I found the truth there, covered in maggots long after the first time I was fractured— that hearts don’t break, they die. They get too soft in the middle because the sun promises warmth. They grow weak and ripe. Then, a broken promise. A hard palm. An apology that never comes. And suddenly, the chambers can’t stand to be near one another. The vessels snap, and a still heart hits your diaphragm with a thud so loud, for a moment you think someone’s in there with you. I tell her that I don’t know heartbreak, I just carry corpses in my chest, sweet as cider.

She laughs, unaware that this is a funeral. Because if you carry enough dead things inside your body, they will mistake you for a coffin. They will bury you alive and tender, too distracted by the stench of sugary rot to hear the screams. Underground, it is damp and cold. Maggots writhe and weeds flourish. Your ribs crack from the growing pressure of hearts blackened and fuzzy with mould. Skin weeps of fermented blood. I have never been in love, only under it. 

One of these days I will crawl out, and move the marionette of my bones to the choreography of the living. Trick a poor soul into getting flush-cheeked and glassy-eyed on the sweetened flesh beneath my breast. For now I shrug, and tell the girl something crooked and hollow to distract from the fact that love is for those who can fall without breaking, and I am soft as summer apples.

s.o.