Abby Cotte
@abbyhaydenn
Abby Cotte
am i this tiny, tinkering town? am i the books i’ve read? am i my ravenous lust, my unraveling greed? oil over nipple, a plate of collard greens?
am i the hand-print on the wall? am i the metal lining from the cloud that rains acid?
and it’s not just youth... or just you. You don’t grow out of it or into it. it’s like wearing a second skin and forget... See more
am i the hand-print on the wall? am i the metal lining from the cloud that rains acid?
and it’s not just youth... or just you. You don’t grow out of it or into it. it’s like wearing a second skin and forget... See more
you’re exquisite, ready to fuck
It’s not a skill to make someone feel desirable. It’s not impressive to crave a body when you don’t even know it’s grief. I am not hard to want. But I am hard to hold. Hard to know. Hard to get close to.
Amira • Don’t match my freak, Match my yearning
There is something deeply tragic about how love is spoken of today. Not love, really, desire. Lust dressed up in aesthetics, marketed as closeness. Infatuation that burns hot and fast, then vanishes with the first discomfort. We live in a time where the word “connection” is used so lightly, but experienced so rarely. Where the craving for bodies is... See more
Don’t match my freak, Match my yearning
The written word, and inherently art itself, is not meant to be accessible. You are supposed to work for it.
You’re meant to bleed onto the page. You’re meant to pull your hair out in frustration. You’re meant to lock your creativity in a drawer when it doesn’t work the way you want it to.
Art comes with doubt. Artists fail, and they learn from that... See more
You’re meant to bleed onto the page. You’re meant to pull your hair out in frustration. You’re meant to lock your creativity in a drawer when it doesn’t work the way you want it to.
Art comes with doubt. Artists fail, and they learn from that... See more
you aren't an artist
i’m tired and
my window to the world
has no curtains
i want to close my eyes
my window to the world
has no curtains
i want to close my eyes
quirine brouwer • all my friends and i talk about is getting rid of our phones
The world we live in revolves around our phones, and in turn, we revolve around our digital worlds. How are we expected to stay up to date with the world's happenings while simultaneously being present in our own reality? How are we supposed to know when we’ve hit our limit when the limit does not exist on the screen? The simple truth is you can’t, and there is little chance we ever will. The continuing development of all technology will continue to push this narrative of needing to be connected at all times. But we as humans were not programmed to go about our lives in this way. The way our society is progressing feels eerily like installing an update on your phone and immediately hating it, subsequently never being able to get rid of it, forcing us to normalize with it. Humanity has reached a point where we don’t know how to hit the backspace on these rabid digital developments, forcing us to come to terms with the truth that we will never live a life without technology again.
somewhere,
there is a version of me
who dared to take the leap
there is a version of me
who dared to take the leap
quirine brouwer • all my friends and i talk about is getting rid of our phones
We don’t give other people credit for the same interior complexity we take for granted in ourselves, the same capacity for holding contradictory feelings in balance, for complexly alloyed affections, for bottomless generosity of heart and petty, capricious malice. We can’t believe that anyone could be unkind to us and still be genuinely fond of us,... See more
Art doesn’t distract from truth. It expands it. It gives shape to the things logic can’t quite touch, the tenderness of memory, the ache of a goodbye, the eerie way a song can make you grieve something you’ve never even lost. It gives us metaphors when language fails. It says, Here. You’re not alone.
I Would’ve Poisoned Socrates Too
The delusion of individual control, explained through chaos theory
Brian Klaasbigthinkmedia.substack.com