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Hanif Abdurraqib, "Glamor on the West Streets / Silver Over Everything"

You don’t have to belong everywhere (textile home)

Hayao Miyazaki, “Totoro Was Not Made as a Nostalgia Piece” in Starting Point: 1979-1996

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

Wait Galway Kinnell

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

I call them back to me— Maggie Smith

anne boyer // unknown // leila chatti // neil hilborn // jenny holzer // judas h. (@judas-redeemed) // jenny holzer + louise bourgeois.

- But if you were to visit me, then there is no path you could take to rid of me, I'm afraid. My home is you, bore right there in your chest, right next to the space your heart takes up to beat