Love Letter To An Astronaut

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy // Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women // Robin Roe, A List of Cages // Hayao Miyazaki, Kiki's Delivery Service // Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 // D. H. Lawrence, The Plumbed Serpent // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

on september

sylvia plath in a letter to aurelia plath (c. aug 1951) \\ lucie brock-broido stay, illusion: "a girl ago" \\ syliva plath the letters of sylvia plath volume I: 1940–1956 (via @flowerytale) \\ rowland e. robinson \\ reina maría rodríguez memory of water (tr. joel brouwer & jessica stephenson)

kofi

A: Hi how are you?

B: Lemme disassociate real quick then get back to you.

B: I am just a body made from billions of years of evolution with lingering monkey brain. the universe doesn't even know I exist and nothing I do will ever matter. I'm just a character in a story laying my part because I know nothing else. if life is pointless and the universe is cold and indifferent then it's okay if I fuck up because that means nothing either, so I might as well be as reckless as possible while I'm alive for this sliver in time.

B: Hi I'm back, can I have an iced machiato with 15 pumps of vanilla please

A: What the fuck

Link to Jonathan Cook's article:

Middle East Eye

The message of Israel’s torture chambers is directed at all of us, not just Palestinians

‘Black sites’ are about reminding those who have been colonised and enslaved of a simple lesson: resistance is futile

being a only child is like. I'm the eldest. I'm the responsible one. I need to live up to their expectations. I'm their baby. I know everything. I don't know anything that matters. I'm their golden child. I'm their biggest disappointment. I'm nothing like my parents. I'm the worst version of my parents. I'm the exact copy of my parents. I miss them. I can't stand being on the same house for more than a week. They love me. They regret me. I get everything they can offer. I get their whole attention. I can't do anything wrong. I can't fail. I inherited every flaw they have. I'm a mistake. If they fight it's my fault. Everything is my fault. I'm not that important. I'm everything for them. They don't need me the way I need them. They raised me and now they expect me to be somebody else different from them. I'm nothing without them. I'm my own person. I can be everything I want to be. I can't cross their beliefs. When they die I'll be alone. I have been alone since I was born.

Seeing a negative review of a book I hate: my beloved brother in arms, the smartest and most beautiful person in the room, we are staring into each other's eyes and there is a place in my heart just for you. nobody understands you like I do

Seeing a negative review of a book I love: I spit on you. You are intellectually and morally beneath me. Clearly you didn't understand the book because you're thick in the head. May moths eat your garments.

In another universe, my mom doesn’t get married off into this mockery of a family. Her youth doesn’t get over even before she has the chance to feel it. Her ankles aren’t bound by chains. I’m never born. She is free. She is happy.

Turns out compartmentalizing my feelings day in and day out isn't of much help in the long run. 12 years of wishing to see your team lift that trophy, 12 years of wishing to see that damned cup with three pillars and a world on top once in someone's hands...and one fine day, you know it's all over, just like that. How do I ever move on?

Growing up in a dysfunctional joint family really f*cks you up in ways that leave you scarred forever.