My memory As thin as glass for what I used to be. I had never once given up On love before it gave up on me." "The most punk thing you can't remember" by Gion Davis 🙇‍♂️ ❤️‍🔥Gion❤️‍🔥 art: Monday Moon by Edward Michael Supranowicz maydaymagazine.com/the-most-punk-…

there are some lines that are good in this. and there are some lines that are not good. but nonetheless Ben Niespodziany ☁️🐋 is a huge sweetheart for sharing a poem from a book that came out in 2014, and i appreciate him 🥹

deepfried friends in the southeast: we're heading your way next month with the mighty Jude Brothers!! 🥹 put it in your book of plans, tell your lovers/enemies/dads

Tool libraries Municipal food forests Town saunas County nurseries Neighborhood canteens Community greenhouses Public foraging grounds Community arts centers Winter gardens Reading rooms Public teaching farms Seed libraries Neighborhood compost centers Toy libraries

Wow. Read this full letter from Mahmoud Khalil. "I have always believed that my duty is not only to liberate myself from the oppressor, but also to liberate my oppressors from their hatred and fear."

what if the 3 pointer is worth more not because it's harder but because it's more beautiful

rip dante, you would've loved locking in

look at the cute freaks and listen to the cute freaks in the magnolia winds of a stupid crumbling empire next week thank you love you good luck ❤️

thanks so much to Lo🌈Fi🌈 Lit for this fun trip down mostly memory lane // was kind of wild to sort thru some of the years and see the shape they made

a very millennial feeling, but i feel there have simply been too many popes in my lifetime // slow it down with the damn popes

went outside in my underwear and my boots on the wrong feet at 5am in the Ozarks last night & the moon was setting through the honeysuckle trees & there was an inexplicable enormous roaring sound coming from everywhere & all at once I understood Frank Stanford

one part of turning 39 as a writer is mumbling to yourself very late at night ("very" gets earlier every year), in the glow of old text files, "yeah, i still like that one"

trying to finish a report where i manage to be nice to a certain high desert town, but instead i find myself re-reading the funniest short story ever written in English (its only competition every other Joy Williams story): "The Yard Boy" theparisreview.org/fiction/3515/t…

if you're so smart explain phoenix arizona