Fort Smith, AR, at the intersection of laws and drugs. who knew?
what the fuck even are racoons?
there must be something about being indoors that makes racoons behave in such amusing ways.
|—||Charles Coakley Simpson, “Integrity” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)|
"When Sara and I were 13 we became obsessed with Smashing Pumpkins. From there we got into Nirvana and from there Hole. After Kurt Cobain died and Hole put out ‘Live Through This’ I became a bonafide obsessed fan. I projected a sad, heartbroken narrative on the whole band and their lives post Kurt. My walls were COVERED with posters of Nirvana and Hole and interwoven with the posters were photos of them cut out from Rolling Stone and Spin Magazine. My parents, who were obviously the coolest people on the planet, allowed us to have subscriptions to both magazines. Sara and I would tear through the issues and then divvy up the pages to be torn from the magazine and then taped to our walls. To say we were obsessed would be generous. We were possessed.
For our 14th birthday I remember my parents got me and Sara bootleg VHS movies of live concerts of Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana and Hole. We watched them over and over again. I remember my parents popping in for a few minutes and sort of staring confused at our hysteria over these grainy, inaudible video tapes. But they understood it on some level. They bought us the hair dye we requested when we decided we wanted to bleach our hair and dye it weird colours. They let us cut up our jeans, safety pinning them back together again immediately after. They let us buy vintage army boots and wear all their old band t-shirts. They drove us to local gigs and showed no apparent judgement when we would pile back into the van afterwards with 7 friends in tow, all beaten up, torn apart, our hair half a mess from being in the mosh pit all night at local punk shows. If anything they seemed pleased we were discovering who we were.” - Tegan Quin.
Maggie Nelson, Bluets
Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
— Rainer Maria Rilke
hoping for the best, just hoping nothing happens
a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins.
i will never ask if you don’t ever tell me.
i know you well enough to know you’ll never love me.
holding my friend’s 9 month old daughter and she keeps grabbing for a picture of a guy on my laptop. i explained, “no, dear. that’s what we call ‘a musician’ and while you will be incredibly attracted to him, he is unlikely to ever have a lucrative job, will probably end up sleeping on your couch, eating all your food and never being your boyfriend, even if you are sleeping together. best to just learn that one now.”
i can hoop like this, but i can’t look that good.
1. the act of enticing by soft words; enticement.
2. gaining affection by caressing.
Etymology: from Latin suppalpari, “to caress a little”; sub, “under, a little” + palpare, “to caress”.
like when i brush against your arm or thigh while petting the canine.