brother ate so hard

Sending my best wishes to Lizabeth. Love you

Leana Kaplan

Good evening. The mood is far from Vancouver but still thinking of Lizbean aka Lizabeth. Much love

wait what’s the new tumblr update everyone is complaining about i missed something

never bought id say this but i miss paris

Thoughts at 5pm…

W signed her offer of employment today!!!!!

So we went to the aquarium to celebrate of course.

They’ve put up the barricades and stands for the Grand Prix that’s in a few weeks. So we won’t be able to go soon.

Here’s what it looks like now driving along the course:

and we got to see Louis C. Turtle do his interior decorating trick!

you do not need to genderswap patrick stump he already has big boobs

you are genuinely nothing

i remember slowly getting more and more ashamed of all my piercings in worry that i wouldn’t pass.

now i think maybe i should stop holding onto that shame

it’s too lonely at the top

i’m going back down

working for HR is so embarrassing like you’re protecting a corporation at the cost of workers including yourself

I hate when a manager thinks you’re stupid because they misunderstood you but correcting them would feel disrespectful so you just have to roll with it

[…] even as Deleuze’s philosophical efforts may be deployed by and for the articulation of Afro-Pessimist claims, these claims vertiginously intensify Deleuze’s theorization of non-being: Deleuze theorizes non-being in terms of a “vertigo” of immanence, yet blackness is the historical, material experience of such vertigo. Drawing on a distinction made by Wilderson, this is to say that for Deleuze non-being is a “subjective vertigo,” or a vertigo into which Deleuze’s thought makes an entrance, while blackness is experienced as “objective vertigo,” meaning that vertigo is—historically or materially—always already there. Immanence, or the vertigo of non-being, remains an object for the thought of Deleuze; blackness is historically or materially the objective reality of non-being—the very reality of the vertigo of immanence. Consequently, to think non-being according to blackness entails the reading of Deleuze’s theoretical articulation in terms of the operations by which historical, material power is enacted.

Daniel Colucciello Barber, from The Creation of Non-Being

i just want to be available to make my baby girl Feel Good whenever she needs

just saw nine inch nails on the peel it back tour… ohhhh MAN… that might have been the best live show i’ve ever seen.

Hungry

night sky with exit wounds, ocean vuong / little beast, richard siken

I feel most Muslim when my mint plant unfurls new and tiny leaves. I feel most Muslim when my eyeliner is symmetrical. Or, I feel most Muslim when the rice is slightly burnt. When the paving ends and the road turns to red earth. When a body of water perfectly mirrors its sky, a fat cloud looking down at its matching white spot in the river. When I am prey, yes, but mostly I feel most Muslim when my hand is held, when my grandmother takes my feet into her lap, when the breeze brushes past, so gently that my fingertips ache at the promise of touch, or when a plum, cut in half, is glowing pink on the inside, shot through with little veins of gold, and it makes me want to cry

— Safia Elhillo, from “Now More Than Ever,” The BreakBeat Poets Vol. 3: Halal If You Hear Me