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Eve Babitz Mourner

@jfwrites.bsky.social

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

I will never not love the elliptical

Deidre from everything everywhere all at once edited in the face tune app to emulate Chinese Internet beauty standards (filters that blur, narrowed and pinched jaw, makeup filter that over does blush—extending it into the eye shadow which is the same color—nose pinched to the point of appearing like a white worm in a pink sea of blush). She’s wearing a yellow shirt, pale yellow vest, and has a pronounced belly. She is preparing to eat an almond cookie fashioned into an edible smiley face.

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

I want to watch it so badly but I’m still angry with HBO

Björk in a suburban kitchen (oak wood cabinets and silver fridge), blurred out from the speed at which she’s punching the camera person. She is in a grey t-shirt, the kind a mother wears on a cleaning day, plain. Her makeup is a little rubbed in, like she’s sweated through most of it. Her fist is coming right at you!

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

I got some new cases to fill and I finally made a queer horror and feud: Joan v Eve shelves!

Post-it note with a drawing of a worm and lady bird, the worm has a human face. The worm appears to be labeled “a rare and delicate pleasure”; however, this is his dialogue, in spite of a lack of speech bubbles or other standard conventions.

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 10/07/2025

adoption day photos of my baby boy. choosing to rescue was one of the best decision i’ve ever made. he is the sweetest baby ever. he’s a big ol’ soon to be four year old now!

white lynx point siamese kitten sat on a bed next to an eeyore plushy in front of pillows. shot through a cat scratcher tunnel.

white lynx point siamese kitten nestled on a gray blanket and a gray and white gradient sherpa throw.

white lynx point siamese kitten nestled on a gray and white gradient sherpa throw.

sleepy white lynx point siamese kitten laid on a gray and white gradient sherpa throw.

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 25/03/2025

the diva herself, mother of the irs, deidre beabeirdre

jamie lee curtis facetuned to all fucking hell with chinese filters that lighten skin, minimize all features, apply heavy blush and red lipstick.

she is wearing a yellow shirt, a pale cardigan vest, grey pants. her belly is stretching the fabric tight, leaving her belly button outline exposed.

she is in an office setting.

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

#currentlyreading these three beauties! 🌈📚 💙📚 #rfp slow days and exit wounds are much needed rereads and rouge has been nothing but a delightful adventure, definitely something i see myself revisiting often! #booksky

books laid atop of each other in the following order: Rouge by Mona Awad, Slow Days Fast Company by Eve Babitz, and Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong - atop a vibrant cat quilt.

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 12/01/2025

what’s this diva’s story?

secretary bird walks with a supermodel level fierceness on a grassy summer field

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 12/01/2025

#2 jan 7 - jan 11 Earth Angel, by Madeline Cash a collection of short stories and flash fiction that reads like an autopsy of tumblr, circa 2010. evocative and visceral, lingering on vulgarity. at times it’s absurdist tendencies brought me back to late night kik-fueled high school group chats.

book titled “Earth Angels” by Madeline Cash. Cover is mostly cream, with an image of a nude woman with twin braids seemingly tied to her off screen ankles, one cord blue and the other red. placed a top a vibrant cat quilt, with a cat bookmark reading “NOT MEOW IM READING.”

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 12/01/2025

with her solar batteries fully charged, the world is not ready for her plans

tortie cat gazing down upon an off screen younger brother (lynx point siamese) sat atop a tall bookshelf, filled with a collection of Carrie Fisher, Eve Babitz, and Joan Didion books.

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 11/01/2025

jan 9 - jan 11 The Weary Blues, by Langston Hughes such an extraordinary collection. beautiful metaphors make for lush poetry. his depictions of his travels paint vivid pictures that force you to feel beside him on his journeys. a testament to him being a foundational harlem renaissance member.

the mint edition of the weary blues by langston hughes (an art deco cover consisting of mint green, dark sea green, navy blue, and greyish black - featuring a black band containing the title and author). a top a vibrant quilt with cat patterns. accompanied by a bookmark with california poppies set against a blue background, simply labeled “CALIFORNIA”. my hand steadies the cover in the bottom right hand corner.

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 11/01/2025

sleepy sunbeam catcher

tortie cat nestled on top of a grey pillow. in a millennial grey apartment

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 11/01/2025

*sickly adding another new wip spread into my draft notebook*

jamie lee curtis slammed through various face tune filters looking particularly elvish in a yellow shirt, pastel yellow vest, grey slacks, and sat in just a way her belly pudges out. set in an office space from the movie “Everything Eveywhere All At Once”

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 30/12/2024

snug as a bug in a rug

lynx point siamese (predominantly white and cream colored cat with grey tabby markings and stripes) snuggly enwrapped in a grey and white sherpa throw.

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 21/12/2024

sontag’s number one fan

dilute tortie cat squinting at camera atop a green mattress, loafed behind a grey sherpa throw

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 24/11/2024

mr dribbles

lynx point siamese (tabby siamese mix that looks like a lighter, whiter tabby - with blue eyes) on a grey duvet, drooling in excitement

lynx point siamese (tabby siamese mix that looks like a lighter, whiter tabby - with blue eyes) on a grey duvet, drooling in excitement - slightly zoomed out and a little out of focus

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 07/10/2024

my boyfriend: so do the little guys pay rent????

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 18/09/2024

yippee

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Eve Babitz Mourner @jfwrites.bsky.social · 14/09/2024

with the recent anti-contemporary art push, if any one loved me as tenderly as félix gonzalez torres did, i’d know my life would have been enough - like a posthumous exaltation. portrait of ross in l.a. is a piece that haunts my mind, it is a lovers testament to his partner. a monument of love.

three images set atop each other in a column. depicting ross, the subject of félix gonzalez torres’ love and art. first picture is of ross, tinted red - he is shirtless. second picture is of the couple hugging on a beach. the third is of them out to dinner with a friend - they only have drinks before them.

*two stamped clocks*

Lovers, 1988
Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time. 58’e has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain TIME in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit were it is due: time.
We are synchronized, now and forever.
I love you.

puzzle of a man, shirtless, holding a siamese cat. He has short black hair, a silver watch, laying atop white sheets.

“Untitled” (Lover’s Letter), 1991 [edition 1AP]

*on old card stock, stained brown with age, black ink.*

Into the bedroom and just feast my eyes on you. So n- -e room and feasted my little lips on your ears. Neve- -u open your eyes, smile and give those little p- -ivers up my spine. Well so we went to the Bambi me- -ood hour. On the way we saw all these beautiful dro- bright neon blue. As they flew ver the muddy water -oked like the little lights in an enormous cube. We - fish. I am not sure whose kids they were but the- minnows in the pond, all chasing the bugs that la- -s fun but Harry soon grew impatient and we walk- -ll the tomato plants and the lettuce for you and to ripen now that the growing season www almost -l at the meadow and there was one table open a strange but although I heard noises in the wood -han a couple of bike riders. Maybe they were-“

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