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psychedelic death dream Writer: Criticism - Consequence of Sound, Invisible Oranges, Treble, Lighthouse Media // Fiction - Lammergeier, 365tomorrows, Imperial Youth Review // Essays - Buttondown // Host: DEATH//SENTENCE https://buttondown.com/theadversary
agreed tbc! I just meant even like a cursory glance at Pulitzer winning operas is loaded with women fusing the avant garde and the traditional
Jesus Christ
@sinistra-pr.bsky.social yoooooop count me in
holy fuck you’re so beautiful. just, god damn lmao
I’m biting my lip bb
this one strikes me too. i dont know how to stop that cycle; i feel genuinely like i dont exist to most people and just disappear beneath the water unless i forcefully make myself present. its agonizing not feeling real or present
an element of my cruelty is i want to be present and capable of help always so that any failure is on someone else, not me. it underscores a failure. i dont know some days whether this cruelty is good, bad or neutral, but i know its cruel
i want whenever i rise in anger for it to be meaningful. i want my affect to be consistent and known enough that me being enraged has significance. anger loses its meaning and value if you arent careful
I refuse to yield my compassion or to view it as a weakness or a lack of seriousness
people sometimes see reflecting like this as somehow not understanding pain or suffering or not having people you’ve wished impossible ill on, when instead it’s the opposite, carrying something deep enough and long enough that you begin to see through it like it’s made of glass
The point of telling people how they've hurt you is to give them a chance to improve, and tell them they'll lose you if they don't. If you think there's no chance they'll improve better to just fuck off.
Maybe I've just got old, but I think focusing on what people deserve just makes you angry and sad. People get what they get, not what they deserve. Cruelty only makes you feel worse, and never makes people behave better
miss you dearly still
there’s something to be said here about the John mellencamp line about sucking on chili dogs, but that’s mustard. it’s not chili. so now there are no words
will this make you happy?
it’s insanely harrowing and beautiful
two wounded ancient souls salvaged on black Baltic stones and cold sea water
giving you little tender freak kisses while I scamper and, I will be honest, shriek
I’m going to do a bad job
this is especially galling given women have been leading the charge over the past decade on advancing the form and not just recapitulating older forms (no knock to aesthetic preservation tbc). it feels genuinely hateful toward the art
same guy, beloved. same guy. please leave saucer milk yes for freaks of eggs yes yes
you will simply have to allow me into your home as a small imp
making a special 'devil helmet' that uses big lusty magnets to induce horrifying visions of evil
a bristlework of hands
they call me the Master of Women
I read Claude McKay’s two posthumously published novels about communism and they were actually about how he didn’t like communism anymore. Langston Hughes would have bullied him
I’ve heard so many mixed things about that book which tends to mean a book that’s internally exciting enough to confuse people. but not me. I’m too wise Sara
why is it named after a Bowie song. Sara I loathe this planet. they should fill the novel with graphic incest and murder
it’s absolutely a trauma, but it’s also fundamentally true and a lot of people fight that kind of true witness. but. it hurts and I also don’t know what to do. but you aren’t alone
