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Omnia sunt communia

[— @graveair]

It’s striking how little art is told from the perspective of the man who realizes the agony of being second. Women have Jolene, Mrs. de Winter, even Jane Eyre, but almost no songs or novels about the quiet humiliation of accepting that another man reigns over your lover’s heart.

[m @ladysummerisle_]

I go on shark tank. “hear me out: a dapple top, wearing a dapple top, bringing to the party a dapple tapenade.”

[ِ @iiiiui5_]

everything’s poetic if you’re insane enough

[owen cyclops @owenbroadcast]

“no contact” makes it sound active and intentional but you forget that back in the day people just went “out west” - often only one or two states over - and were just gone. many americans before us woke up one day like “yeah i never need to see these people again” and didnt

[Audrey Horne Updates and Rumors @credenzaclear2]

you guys can’t fearmonger me because both of my aunts got hottie touch-of-gray model looking second husbands in their 50s

[m @ladysummerisle_]

in the past 5 months I've had 2 therapists cry for me. Am I cooked.

[sev @PageSeverian]

This observation of the difficulties of girlhood rings true to me

[m @ladysummerisle_]

Somewhere along the way we decided that a disembodied narrator in a film adaptation of classic novels was Bad and Cheesy. And now film versions of books are. . .Bad and Flavorless.

[Pico Iyer @PicoIyer]

How does Maria Popova write so brilliantly, in her second language and at a relatively young age? She reads. And reads some more. And thinks and reads and thinks. What emerges from her has none of the breathlessness of social media, none of the flimsiness of updates.

[reversecowgirl69 @botticellibimbo]

unfortunately i do dream of labor. i want a job that i care about & contributes to the world. also unfortunately all of those jobs have been gutted.

[Meg @megannn_lynne]

tony soprano summer (making no progress in therapy, eating ice cream sundaes, staring forlornly at swimming pools, watching old movies)

[Chris Beiser @ctbeiser]

Let me answer honestly: I did eat your plums. I found them in the icebox, and I'm not going to pretend I didn't know you were keeping them for breakfast. I understand if you're upset by that. There's one more load-bearing detail I should mention: they were so sweet, and so cold.

[stale cooper @stalecooper]

I always thought studying literature was something worth doing for its own sake and despite the economic downsides; I did not realize I would be on the front lines of fighting against the state and capital's active attempts to turn everyone into an illiterate and incurious idiot.

[m @ladysummerisle_]

me and jeremy allen white

[m @ladysummerisle_]

tears in my eyes trying to file artists with names like Brick Fleagle and Ivan "Boogalo Joe" Jones. What is my life.

[m @ladysummerisle_]

working at a record store is all fun and games until Pictures of You and Wild Horses play back to back while you're reorganizing a war-torn Jazz section.

[m @ladysummerisle_]

thinking about the time i sang famous blue raincoat at my eighth grade talent show. who let me do that.

[m @ladysummerisle_]

never understood imposter syndrome firsthand until I found myself in the same workshop as a vitally important foreign service aid. But maybe it's neat that even jesters like me get chances.

[m @ladysummerisle_]

“For a prince of blue is a prince of blue because he keeps ‘a pet sorrow, a blue-devil familiar, that goes with him everywhere'(Lowell 1870). This is how a prince of blue becomes a pain devil.” - Maggie Nelson. Bluets.