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Why wait for the best when I could have you?

lyrics from “Norman fucking Rockwell” by Lana Del Rey

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WELCOME BACK PRINCESS DIANA

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verses from the song “Always Half Strange” by Angel Olsen

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Jean Seberg as Joan of Arc in “Saint Joan” (1957)

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lit mags pls publish my work i am begging u🙏

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José Olivarez

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erm what the freak i did not expect to be torn apart like this

(creds to @worrmgirl on tiktok!)

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What We Buried, from “A Letter To Love” by Caitlyn Siehl

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“The Opposites Game” by Brendan Constantine

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i hope college board kills itself

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art parallels jeremy lipking, federico zandomeneghi, serge marshennikov, allan douglas davidson, svetlana tartakovska

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“rain song”

it beckons and bellows,

humming abstractly through the whole night,

buttoning back up trousers

and rolling over silently.

dark chocolate moonstone,

and thick wool socks crumpled at the foot,

a sort of melodic sigh of pleasure, once,

foretelling the worst is yet to come.

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girls when the relationship they have with sex is anything but loving.

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does the tremendous grief of lost friendships ever calcify?

i don't think so, but that's not necessarily a bad thing; nothing grows after calcification. i like to think we carry these rents in our hearts, not so that we will suffer forever, but as a reminder of how expansive the space in our hearts can become in the first place. i loved this much once, i was loved this much once....now i know that anything is possible. it doesn't make the pain go away, but i think it means something to have all these new spaces that you can nurture love through. the love lives on that way, in its own way. and we become gentler and bigger for it.

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life is when you eat a really nice, juicy apple and see all of the trees turning shades of burnt reds and oranges and yellows, and dropping that apple core when you’ve sucked all the juice out, and the core is decomposed into fresh soil by the worms, and the soil is where an appleseed finds itself growing; so that one day, maybe your grandkids or great grandkids can bite into the same line of apples that you did.

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lamb of god

the heels of my feet are rough and worn

skin flakes off no matter how hard i scrub

seated naked on the edge of the tub;

awkwardly bent and twisted

inordinate ways do i pray

did you know lace had to be stitched by hand?

by some graceful lamb of god

am i seated now

languid and calm

the cloth resting on my thigh

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Megan Fernandes, from “Fabric in Tribeca,” in Good Boys