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When someone dies their silence becomes a sort of held note, a key on the piano pressed down for so long it becomes an ache in the ear, a new sonic register from which we start to measure our new, ruptured lives. A white noise. Maybe this is why there is so much music in dying: the funerals, the singing, the hymns, the eulogies. All those sounds crowding the air with what the dead can’t say.
Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation
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When she has lived for six years, she is given the opportunity to see the true face of God. The eruption of her eyes ensure His face will be her last sight, even in all dreams to come.
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“To Make a Long Story Short”
Stephen Andrade’s wonderful pulp-style tribute to Clue (1985)
Prints and original artwork available at nineteeneightyeight.com or through @galleries1988 on Instagram :)
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"Abolish gender!"
NO.
liberate gender
Free gender from the confines of the patriarchy and give it to everyone in whatever ways they want it.
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met a guy from saudi arabia last night at a bar, he came here with his sister so she could have surgery. he told me “i love your country for healing my sister. there are many wonderful things here, but there’s one thing you do not have. mercy” and then he asked if that was a boston thing or an overall american quality
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