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my nephew Hamlet is soo fucking anoying LOL. maybe if i dress as a ghost i can get him to kill himself &many others

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James baldwin’s the artists struggle for identity. Btw.

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okay i have had enough summer i would like sweater weather back please

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second hand books 🫶🏻

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I feel like people really underestimate the impact that your mode of transportation has on how you see and think about and interact with your city. Like, driving makes your city feel like a few islands, pockets of space where you regularly go and new ones you discover only when brought there for a purpose, but all amidst an ocean of just, filler. Taking public transit makes your city feel like a network of corridoors, a glowing grid along which you may discover new things, but whose alternate winding paths you only take when given to by circumstance. Cycling makes your city feel more human in its scale, and while you can only go so far, the spaces through which you travel are far more often built for people, not machines, and that difference is tangible, while your freedom of movement gives you more opportunities for exploration. Walking can only take you so far, but you see everything meant for you along those places, and every street feels like it carries potential, with no barriers to stopping and partaking of whatever piques your interest. I think, among these, driving is the one that by far most isolates you from the place you live, while the others are, in decreasing order, most utilitarian, and in increasing order, most personally connective to your shared space.

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billy collins in response to being asked "if you aren't a poet, but were interested in getting started, how would you do that?"

watch the full video here

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James Kane, Sailor Boys, 2022

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started reading emily wilson's iliad im gonna pass out

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sculpture by Cornelia Konrads

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He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In proportion as leisure came to him with fortune, he seemed to take advantage of it to cultivate his mind.

— Les Misérables, I.V.III Illustrated by Rene Giffey (French comic, 1949)

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Young boys decorate bare tree with plastic blossoms near busy street, Naha, Okinawa, Japan, 1963

Ph. Winfield Parks

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June 13, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

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head in my hands head in my hands head in my hands

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i read a play and have delusions or perhaps visions about it live in theater. yeah… thats my hobby

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