I am rooted, but I flow.
First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable.
The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

worldsworstfather:

the only objectively good “art” is those whimsical pieces depicting animals wearing clothes and doing domestic tasks like little people

soracities:

“We are the drowned ones, dear lady. We are the drowned. Let the water come.”

— Saadi Youssef, from ‘America, America’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

sideeffectsinclude:

Excerpt From: Jeanette Winterson. “Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?.” 

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