keely

There should be an Earth for people who don't hate all living things

in evil communist countries there’s only one party in government. in good democracies like america there are two parties and both of them are institutionally obsessed with incinerating children

the scathing reviews, perversely, are making me actually interested in reading it

trump is, first and foremost, a starfucker

*sniveling twerp voice* My Novel,

the tenuous, almost sickening thrill of having my first big crush on a new person in years and years

ideally, i would like to not read it, but still know what everyone is talking about and also have something funny and perhaps even trenchant to say on the matter. wish me luck!

screenshot of a whatsapp message reading: “I know it won't happen but if you'd like to give it another shot at some point, l'd also be down”

to continue the saga of This Fucking Guy, he circumvented being blocked on imessage and instagram by whatsapping me. i’m so annoyed that blocked numbers don’t transfer between messaging apps!

something oddly comforting to me post-breakup has been the realization that the purity and simplicity of my own love for him is now irretrievable. even if, even if! something good is just gone forever; any renewal or reiteration would be curdled and inferior

had an absolutely life-affirming girls night after canceling a date i didn’t want to go on!

oh my god 🥹 thank you!

lol but also!! how insane that that was literally his complaint

screenshot of an instagram DM asking me, apropos of nothing, if i wanted to have a threesome

on today’s installment of “are men okay???”

oh my god, this is an amazing piece of lore to just casually drop!!!

but also like, being accused of being well-read and noncommittal isn’t much of a burn

screenshot of a text message reading, in part: “maybe read fiction for the human lessons and not just the quotes and multisyllabic words”

are men okay??? after i politely called things off after ONE DATE

repetitively-shaped copper wire structures hanging from the ceiling, casting shadows against a stark white background

an abstract painting of eight dancing figures against a green stone background

an abstract blue and green painting that looks vaguely like a figure holding its arms upwards in a pirouette-shape, repeating outwards like ripples in water after a stone is dropped in

a black and white sketch of ginkgo leaves, rendered in neat detail

the ruth asawa exhibition at MOMA is absolutely amazing

same

the bad breakup thought rattling around this week: how strange to have once believed there was a moment from which i began knowing you, and then always would for the rest of my life

Forgive me if I don't believe that it's sex in media and gay and trans people who are corrupting and destroying children considering the source is the "borderline illiterate pedophiles club"

picture of my hand holding a paperback book titled “monstrilio” featuring a bat-like creature with glowing red eyes on the cover. a stuffed animal totoro is also in frame

photo of a page of the book, reading (in part): “Wouldn't that have been a groundbreaking discovery, someone bringing a creature to life solely with their own grief and a prodigious unwillingness to let go?”

it’s excellent, btw

took too long reading “monstrilio” for it to still be within spooky season, but luckily it’s become thematically appropriate again with everyone frankenstein-posting

joyce carol oates tweet, dunking on elon musk, saying: “wherever he goes, he wants to leave--that's because when he gets there, he has brought his own self along; & whatever club he's invited to join has been devalued by the invitation.”

a page of my copy of paradise lost, in part reading: “The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.”

yes, i know my brain is just permanently paradise lost-pilled, but also this latest JCO burn is so “the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven”-coded. you’ll always be somewhere miserable because YOU yourself are a miserable bitch!

it’s not like i expected any better, but it is still galling every time some particularly craven contingent of democrat quisling cowards rolls over to show their yellow bellies and fucks us all over even harder

This is the message of a failed, feckless, and leaderless party. We need a party with backbone, and the only path to it is through a cleansing primary season. If your Dem is up for reelection, and you aren't damn sure they're fighting the fascists with everything they've got, primary the bastard.

the vestigial habits of a love that became muscle memory

just over two months since my relationship of almost a decade ended, and i still keep running into habits with broken chain links: taking an autopilot picture of something to share then realizing i won’t send it, thinking of a joke he’d love and remembering i won’t tell it to him, stuff like that

me in a pink baby tee that reads “hot girls for zohran,” sticking my tongue out and holding a glass of champagne

my torso, with visible midriff, prominently featuring the “hot girls for zohran” baby tee. i’m once again sticking my tongue out and holding a glass of champagne

this was kicked off on election night, when the theme was “champagne socialism” and the (achieved) goal was “blackout”

tried to be a 365 party girl and succumbed to the agonies (hangover anxiety, exhaustion, dehydration) after only 5