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(banner by toxilily, icon by teamsssnn)i like magical girls. 19. they/she.
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People were saying this meme is griddleanthehark or whatever the ship name is, so I KNEW I had to draw it too (OG under cut)

#the locked tomb#ianthe tridentarius#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#griddlehark#griddleanthehark#gidianthe#harrianthe
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pornography by richard siken, in the diagram
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What We Haven't Read
by Joseph Mills
We play the party game, admitting what we haven’t read. Jane Eyre, Madame Bovary, anything of Faulkner’s. Amid mock gasps, we name titles with a mix of embarrassment, swagger, and relief that we can finally reveal how we never made it more than twenty pages into Portrait of a Lady, Middlemarch, Moby Dick. We don’t bother pretending we’ll get to them eventually. We’re confessing, but unrepentant, and then we begin to get serious: the newspaper, warning labels, the mortgage, legal contracts, every Christmas card from her for the last twenty years, the letter he sent before he died, the lab’s blood results last month and this month and the next.
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WHAT RESEMBLES THE GRAVE BUT ISN’T
Anne Boyer, former poetry editor of NYT Mag
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let your father die energy drink is sooooo abigail hobbs coded
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anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art
taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make
i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture
just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive
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When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth.
(poem is “ash”, by tracy k. smith)
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i hear the world is ending soon. when we go, and we're all going to go i will be... part of it.
"this is not the end of the world" by neil hilborn
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