#and sorrow

[glasswaters]

my love has gone into the well, and the water is lower now than it has ever been. i cannot touch him, anymore. in the dark and the damp, he is the same colour as the moss. when he calls, it is a choir.

something in my chest groans. something aches.

he cannot climb back up to me. his hands are not made for rough things, and his eyes have forgotten the brightness of the sun. if i cupped him in my palms, i would wick the moisture from his skin.

as a caught fish trying to push air through gills, as a rat trying to breathe water, i would surely kill him.

those fine bones and that wet skin would crack. this mouth would open wide. i couldn't put him back into the water until that small heart has stuttered. until that voice has given out.

it would be too late, then.

go, says my love from where the well holds him tight. you are relieved of your duty. you are relieved of your lord. go, and leave me to the water.

i go. something blooms under my skin. when i press my palms against my breast, i lose my breath. i go.

i wail.

there is a bruise above my heart, and it is darkening. its edges are yellow, and its center is a deep, hard purple. every breath digs into the rough pit where my love sits, watching the water sink into the earth.

the blacksmith cannot keep my heart from breaking. she cannot reach into the hollow of me and fuse the muscle as if it were metal, red-hot and screaming.

instead, she lays three iron bands about my chest, tightest where the bruise is darkest. if i hook a finger underneath them, my breath won't take. there are no locks. there are no keys.

my heart beats on, somehow.

[xxconnection]

from WomanSpirit magazine, 1982 spring equinox edition

text:

Ode To Any Woman Your eyes all the sea Your hair the wind Your body stronger than the sky That holds the stars

Sun warm and soft Mountain solid Earth rich Blossom lovely Whole with angry tears And joy. And sorrow. Woman Wise You will Survive.

Louise Mattlage Key Biscayne, Florida

[camijhk]

regret taking time off of tumblr now nobody looks at me anymore

i’m depraved of my friends (mutuals)

[ptr-sqloint]

redraw of last year's lady of sorrows :)

the original:

[nanviart]

So I got into alien stage...

[lomlompurim]

Something born from a convo on twt

(Bingmei is still The Emperor and The HHP Palace Master but he spends more time with his family and house duties, and working hard into his dream of having a BIG family)

The tweet that inspired this, which I very much agree, omega Binghe supremacy

[otasunestanblog]

I got the @straycatj scene! 😂

[snailianz]

"But Trucy... happy, smiling Trucy... she was my light."

[ultraviolencesaints]

[deadscell]

[mousse-aillon]

black sorrow

[lullambii]

There are many reasons it’s called the "Well of Sorrows". Solas knows it best but never wanted to tell you about it...

[bebs-art-gallery]

The Seven Sorrows of Mary by Robin Isely

[sm-baby]

My favorite guy... Sr Pelo hit me right in the religious trauma with this one.

[ribbittrobbit]

The adventures of the Wizard Sorrow & Boshi (working title): a WBN Umora OC comics collab with @yeehawpim!!!!!

Pim did the story + layout and then let me run wild (and pop in at odd hours with questions about Boshi's design) See Pim's mad composition genius + OC lore over here Sorrow lore here & here

👀 more to come perhaps 👀