i'm holding my breath with a baseball bat

We all exist together… that’s pretty neat…

Sigourney Weaver by Robert Mapplethorpe Esquire, September 1989

[Text ID: Last night, I ate dinner with my friend Jenny. In real life, on a warm London evening, forking up aubergine from the same plate. We laughed, shared family news, told each other the things we’d been worrying over. At home, alone in my study, they’d felt insurmountable, a sign that something was irredeemably wrong with me. Under the gentle scrutiny of my friend, they diminished to a normal size: just the grit of everyday traffic with other humans. I walked home feeling buoyant, nearly invincible. I need my friends. I bet you need yours.]

niyodoriver by Taro Takeuchi

“an ode to everything everywhere all at once”