she makes me so unsure of myself

one of my grandparents’ kittens taking a nap inside a toy truck

The day is beautiful and so are you My car is ugly but then I’m ugly too

i like to push back against the classic black&white cult narrative surrounding the velvet underground because imo it's so much more exciting to remember that they were regular human beings, incredibly young and fond of each other most of the time, and generally having a good time together despite the legacy of darkness and mystery that's been conjured about them since the 60s. but then i see photographs of them literally sulking poolside in california and it's kind of hard to refute the evil angsty proto goth subterranean wretch allegations.

English afternoon tea, 2003

A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about: “Johnny Feelgood” by Liz Phair

2 am thought: he's gay and he wants to fuck men and i know this for a fact. and also a misogynist

Ian McCulloch of Echo & the Bunnymen and Bernard Sumner of New Order, 1987 | Photos by Andrew Catlin

Frank O'Hara, from Poetry Review 1970

the buttons in question. and for scale, the mary oliver next to the enormous stack of heated rivalry (not in the lesbian bookstore. in a different bookstore. i went to 3)

Fifteen minutes with you, ohhh I wouldn’t say no oh People see no worth in you oh But I do