feeling normal about this hanif abdurraqib poem
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THE AUTHOR WRITES THE FIRST DRAFT OF HIS WEDDING VOWS
(An erasure of Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband, Leonard)
Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again.
we will go through terrible times. And recover. I begin to hear your voice, and can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems
will give me the greatest possible happiness.
I don’t think two people could have been happier with this disease. I know
that without you I can’t properly feel.
What I want to say is You have
saved me.
Everything has gone from me
but the certainty of your goodness.
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(via loveserum)
“Modern art is just SHAPES and COLORS it takes NO SKILL and it’s NOT ART” shut up shut tupt you don’t get it. That’s the POINT you son of bitch. Look at the fuckign shapes and colors. Enjoy the shapes and colors. How do they make you feel. Use your fucking emotions and brain to engage with art instead of expecting everything you see to perfectly cater to your view of the world. “So if I just smear some paint on a wall, that’s automatically art?” YES what is so hard to understand. Art is everywhere and you’re just too boring and small minded to notice. This artist has gone to the trouble of perfectly selecting out of the infinite number of colors they could have used and carefully arranged those shapes for you. And you don’t like it because it doesn’t look like a fucking still life of sum fruits. Fuck you and your miniscule attention span and incapabiltiy to reflect on things. I may be a little drunk but I’m right.
“this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin”
[ID: braille lettering, on a beige background, spelling the above phrase.]
(via smalleared)
laliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii:
How am I in my twenties but feel like I’m running out of time
(via softmisk)






