kristin

let's fuckin goooooooo! 🤩

The final frontier of capitalism is perfecting a system forcing you to pay for a subscription to the functions of your own mind

My phone yearns for the ocean

face of a black and tan senior chihuahua mix with big brown eyes, ears all long and pointy like a jackrabbit, gazing into the camera. he's wrapped up in a towel and he's happy to be there

gave the new old tiny dog a BATH and he did not LOVE it but he did seem to ENJOY being wrapped in a warm TOWEL and cradled close to me like an itty bitty BABY

If they want me back they have to go fully Woke 2, sorry. Whole hog. I gotta be able to get an abortion there

*saying affirmations in the mirror* I am a big horse. I am a beautiful horse with powerful legs. I am fifteen hands tall. No one can catch me because of my powerful horse legs and wild nature. I have all the apples I want

i got the chihuahua and took him to my grandma's house where everyone gave him steak

thank you elena we are all writing to each other all of time aren't we

compostmodernism by Kristin Lueke — Passages North Poetry editor Sara Daniels on today’s poem: In “compostmodernism,” Kristin Lueke crafts a snapshot of a world at once playful, dismal, and revelatory: rife with global capitalism, disillusionment, an...

world is a fuck, read poem
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Israel just can’t stop murdering kids. Fuck Israel.

hey like. god's not going to forgive us. ever get that feeling

it is deeply ungood but also? it is real

white heathcliff with a gold tooth, the holographic cellophane nightie, i'm still wheezing. heard that lady wrote the screenplay based on her horny depressed teenage memories of the book, dark lord bless this mess

first finch fledglings of the season spotted, on my way to see about an old chihuahua, no weapon formed against me shall prosper

choices were made! most of them bad! but my god, there were decisions

i may never stop laughing about w*****ing h*****s

Poem in the Shape of the Poet Beating Henry Kissinger to Death with Their Bare Hands by Felix

george this is not NOT the plan (this is buddy he's 10 and his person just left the earthly plane and buddy needs a buddy)

I saw your man introducing European grasses to North American meadow lands

perhaps if i learn to grow a potato from a potato, maybe that will fix me

as far as i can tell “bio hacking” is just a goofy term for giving yourself some combination of an eating disorder and a drug addiction

i like when roadside rocky hillsides have to wear their slutty little fishnets

IS YOUR CHILD TEXTING ABOUT BIRDING?

ASAP = Anyone See A Plover?
SMH = Shorebird Migration Happening
IRL= Is that a Red-throated Loon?
OMW= Oceans, Meadows, Wetlands
WCW = Warblers? Can't Wait!
OMFG = Opening My Field Guide
IDC = I Dig Cranes
BRB = Big Raptor Buff

the technology the left is excited about:

P.S.

I close my eyes and see

a seagull in the desert,
high, against unbearably blue sky.

There is hope in the past.

I am writing to you
all the time, I am writing

with both hands,
day and night.

—Franz Wright

Books, bitches!

WHAT IF YOU AND ALL THE HOMIES AGREED TO AVAIL YOURSELF TO YOUR HIGHEST ANGELS FOR A MONTH OF MOONRISES

what then

bro did you ever even share your heart with a heart intent on grace

ramadan is so sick, you don't even gotta be muslim, just be in proximity to some hijabi baddies and get right with god, it's lit