#dustmill

[dukemercury]

oh babygirl you fucked up

[ID: A painting based off of Carlo Dolci’s the Penitent Mary Magdalene featuring human Dustmill, an older person in a grey coat, with warm brown skin and feathery hair. She looks sorrowful, hands and chest covered in blood, holding her own heart. Tears of blood come from his eyes, which have a golden pupil with black sclera. His hair and coat glow with bright orange light. This reflects over her corpse in the corner, covered in a black substance with it’s eyes missing. There is a halo behind her. End ID.]

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Colony logos 1. Lichenfall 2. Pinecircle 3. Dustmill

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I posted 26,618 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i wonder if scott will get himself a real husband to minecraft roleplay with in empires s2

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#4

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#3

gonna be the only person who says this but i want 5up for empires 2 he would suck so bad he would be a terrible option but i think it would be funny.

why? he objectively both sucks and is the best at everything he thinks he’s so cool when he does things. he’s not wrong but he’s not right.

it would be so funny to just see an among us radish there in the middle of mythical sausage land 2 and joel unable to not build smallishbeans. he’s gonna be like yeah i’m a good builder and pale next to that.

apologies to everyone who thinks i’m wrong because i am but i’m also so right <\3

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#2

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Meowdy y’all Joe hills here rawrcording live here from Nyashville Tennyassee!

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My #1 post of 2022

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only one of you is going to make it and you’re afraid it's going to be you, or, alternatively: you are standing by the tragic hero and it is looking rough out there-

( @lasilhouetteinbianco i did it there’s moby. whoo)

A History of My Brief Body, Billy-Ray Belcourt | Antigonick, Sophokles trans. Anne Carson | The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | Doña Juana “la Loca” (1877), Francisco Pradilla | Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin | THE TRAGIC HERO UPON REACHING THE END OF THE SCRIPT REALIZES HE HAS BEEN DEAD THIS WHOLE TIME, Joan Tierney | Wishbone, Richard Siken | Orpheus and Eurydice, George Frederic Watts | Bitter Water, The Oh Hellos | Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare | YOUR LOVE FINDS ITS WAY BACK, Sierra Mulder | Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus (detail, 1905), John William Waterhouse |  Wishbone, Richard Siken | Richard Siken, in an interview with James Hall | Moby Dick, Herman Melville | Weeping Nude (1913-14), Edvard Munch | Love and Pain (1895), Edvard Munch | Metamorphoses, Ovid

[ID: An assortment of various quotes, lyrics, and paintings from a variety of sources.

1. To love someone / is firstly to confess: I’m prepared / to be devastated by you.

2. Ismene: I can help you suffer. // Antigone: No. // Ismene: I can give you reasons not to die. //  Antigone: No.

3. And he took me by the hand. But he was still worrying. “It was wrong of you to come. You will suffer. I shall look like I was dead, and that will not be true...” I said nothing.

4. A painting of a young woman dressed in black. She stands in blank despair beside a casket in an open field. She is surrounded by a procession of numerous mourners, as smoke from a behind her rises into the air.

5. What are we staying here for? How long do you / want to sit in this house, eating your heart out?

6. You are kneeling at the water’s throne / When preparing for an ending scene / It’s important that / Swords drop like anchors / Yours will never rise again / I am watching from the cowberries, or / From your mother’s curtains, as if / Through a burial shroud, or

7. And it’s another wrong-man-dies scenario / and we keep doing it, Henry, / keep saying until we get it right... but we / always win and we never quit.

8. A painting of Orpheus and Eurydice at the entrance to Hades. Orpheus, in a toga, reaches out to catch Eurydice as she goes limp and pale, soul having returned to the Underworld. In the background a dead tree trunk can be seen.

9. I am not a fool entire / No, I know what is coming / You will bury me beneath the tree / I climbed when I was a child

10. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

11. My throat is a beehive pitched into the river. Look! / Look how long my love can hold it’s breath.

12. A painting of Orpheus’ head floating down a river after being torn apart by the Maenads. His face is turned upward, with pale skin and long red hair. His lyre floats beside him, alongside numerous lily pads and lilies.

13. See, we’ve won again / here we are at the place where I get to beg / for it where I get to say, Please,

14. Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

15. “...Sleeping? Aye, toil how we may, we all sleep on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amidst greenness; as last years scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swathes — Starbuck!” But blanched to a corpse’s hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away. 

16. A painting of a nude woman sitting upon her bed, hunched over with her head in her hands and legs sprawled. She appears to be weeping. Her long, dark hair, spills around her shoulders and into her lap.

17. A painting of a woman and a man embracing each other. The woman has warm skin and long red hair, which spills over and contrasts with the man’s pale, grey skin. She buries her face into his nape, and he into her arms.

18. But when she saw him in his hapless plight, / though angry at his scorn, she only grieved. End ID.]

[lobotomy-maybe-bestie]

@just-wublrful

“And I confess, when I started this fire I knew I would watch it go out, although I never meant to burn you.”

-n.c. // i know i’ll be the one that got away

[legrandphoto]

TGIF friends. I’m on my way to Orlando to work with some of the most creative fun people I know. Ill be operating camera tonight on an @anberlin live stream. (Check our there IG ffor details on where to login) Thanks to @dustmiller for bringing me in on this. Check out a few frames from last months show. . . .
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[dukemercury]

what if you lived in the roaring 20s but were a little kibby cat (style is based off of the lackadaisy comic by tracy j. butler!) thornwhirr, moldbright, and yarrowclaw belong to @lasilhouetteinbianco, @headphonecables, and @transsexualprophet respectively!

[ID: two colored drawings of anthropomorphic cats dressed in clothing from the 1920′s. The first picture features Thornwhirr and Dustmill. Thornwhirr is a tortoiseshell cat with heterochromia, with a noticable triangular orange patch over xir right eye. Dustmill is a grey cat with grey hair, and dark birthmarks on their face. Thorn is dressed in a black and gold flapper dress with a golden headband, scarf, and flats. Dustmill, meanwhile, is dressed in a white coat with a fur collar and golden tiara and golden heels. They have their back turned to the audience, looking over their shoulder mysteriously as they hold out a peacock feather fan. Thorn leans on a cane as xe smirks at Dustmill. The highlights in the piece make them both look glossy.

The second picture is of Moldbright and Yarrowclaw. Moldbright is a fawn colored cat with a white patch across their face and green eyes. Yarrowclaw is a  grey spotted tabby with amber eyes. Moldbright is dressed in a light yellow shirt and overalls, while Yarrowclaw wears a grey shirt, dark blue vest, and orange neckerchief. Both have paperboy caps. Moldbright looks to the left, hat raised in what could be a polite greeting with a calm expression, while Yarrowclaw looks to the camera with a bright expression. End ID.]

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[lobotomy-maybe-bestie]

@just-wublrful

I have to weirdgirlify this old man.

[just-wublrful]

post hole

Lines Standing in for Religious Conviction, Gregory Orr | Law of Holes, Wikipedia | starktulhu | Turing Test_Boundaries, Franny Choi | Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery | Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky | How To Let Go Of The World, Franny Choi | The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath | What Resembles The Grave But Isn’t, Anne Boyer | heavensghost | Law of Holes, Wikipedia | 4x07 ‘Underground’, Bojack Horseman

[ID: An assortment of quotes, lyrics, and photos from various sources.

1. Truth of it is: I was born / With an empty center. // When I find myself there, / It’s often despair. / But now and then it’s Zen.

2. The first law of holes, or the law of holes, is an adage which states: "if you find yourself in a hole, stop digging." Digging a hole makes it deeper and therefore harder to get out of, which is is used as a metaphor, that when in an untenable position, it is best to stop making the situation worse. More generally, it advises how one should solve problems of their own making.

3. A color photo of a pond that is mostly covered with a pale green algae. In the center, the algae has been cleared out in a circle, and the dark water looks like a hole or pit. Surrounding the pond is lush vegetation and trees.

4. // at what age did you begin to suspect you were alive // all things birth / their own opposites / the hole grew / & grew & there / i was / filling it / & therefore the hole / & therefore me / &therefore & / so on

5. Because there is something and there is nothing / There is nothing in-between

6. "and your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing. Isn't that fearful? Isn't it fearful that you are living in this filth which you loathe so, and at the same time you know yourself (you've only to open your eyes) that you are not helping any one by it, not saving any one from anything! Tell me," he went on almost in a frenzy, "how this shame and degradation can exist in you side by side with other, opposite, holy feelings? It would be better, a thousand times better and wiser to leap into the water and end it all!"

7. here. I can love and love his arms helping mine make something other than dirt and watch that love bleed straight into the space between us and then of course. It falls. Into a tunnel and gone.

8. The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no further.

9. the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently

10. Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? / No. But once I got very close. / What happened? / I don’t know. Everything disappears. Even dreams. I suppose I just flew too close to the sun.

11. The second law of holes is commonly known as: "when you stop digging, you are still in a hole."

12. I am! I’m a pit. I’m a pit that good things fall into! End ID.]

[just-wublrful]

the winds talk to the stars sometimes. that’d be nice. i’d like that.

The Worm King’s Lullaby, Richard Siken | Autobiography of Red, Anne Carson | The Chronology of Water: A Memoir, Lidia Yuknavitch | I Dreamed I Forgot, Leila Chatti | Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, Anaïs Nin | Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka | Eurydice, Margaret Atwood | Sue Zhao | The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket | Ross Gay | Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother’s Heart, Steven Espada Dawson | In A Dream, trans. Lenore Mayhew & William Mcnaughton, Anna Akhmatova, | Sue Zhao | Francis Forever, Mitski | The Hurting Kind, Ada Limon

[ID: An assortment of quotes and lyrics from various sources.

1. Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

2. I once loved you,/ now I don’t know you at all.

3. What lived and died between us - haunts me still.

4. I dreamed I forgot you/ but to dream was remembering. I have words for you/ only, a linguistic fidelity./ Cherish and anguish and fool./ I look for you, I am finding/ out if I am brave. Last/ I saw you, it was the same disruptive season: robins trilling in the young/ flush, trees shivering/ pink all down the street./ I thought the ache/ would ruin me, and maybe it did./ Here I am in the beatific after/ still calling back to you.

5. “You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, is must be because we have shared at some time the same imaginings, the same madness

6. ship to you (you belong to me, even if I should never see you again) [...] these I know, insofar they do not fall into the

7. was that you love him anywhere,/ even in this land of no memory,/ even in this domain of hunger./ You hold love in your hand, a red seed/ you had forgotten you were holding.

8. We loved, didn’t we? I was devoted to you, like a nail to a bed. A splinter to skin. Sometimes I was soft, though, do you remember?

9. “(...) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close... I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else--and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

10. I am sorry. I am grateful./ I just want us to be friends now, forever./ Take this bowl of blackberries from the garden./ The sun has made them warm./ I picked them just for you. I promise/ I will try to stay on my side of the couch.

11. We’re under the same moon and I’m sick/ with that knowing.

12. You and I/ are like grief and the mountain,/ we will not meet/ in this world./ But sometimes/ will you send across the stars/ A sign?

13. If I could have done it all again, I would have loved you better. But I could not have loved you more.

14. And autumn comes when you’re not yet done/ With the summer passing by, but/ I don’t think I could stand to be/ Where you don’t see me.

15. I see the tree above the grave and think, I’m wearing/ my heart on leaves. My heart on leaves./ Love ends. But what if it doesn’t? End ID.]

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[just-wublrful]

@lasilhouetteinbianco haha get fukt loser

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[just-wublrful]

on loss, grief, and praying to the stars for absolution

The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods, Natalie Diaz | And What Good Will Your Vanity be When the Rapture Comes, Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib | Saying Names, Richard Siken | Falling Stars, Franz von Stuck | On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong | Salvage, Ada Limon | Snow And Dirty Rain, Richard Siken | Mural, Mahmoud Darwish | Snow And Dirty Rain, Richard Siken |  Rihanna – Birthday Cake, Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib | Sound of the War, Vincente Aleixandre | Tsunami’s Debris, Lee Ann Roripaugh | Reasons for Staying, Ocean Vuong | Stardust Hands, Danielle Buetti | All the Wrong Colors, Yrsa Daley-Ward

[ID: An assortment of quotes and images from various sources.

1. Those lovers are mostly gone. My hands remain —: like altars.

2. like I will never touch a beautiful thing again and the man / looks me in the eyes and he points me to the blue-orange vault / over heaven’s gates and he says the face of everyone you miss / is up there and I know I know I can’t see them but I know

3. a sound. The waters of the dead, a clear road, / every lover in the form of stars, the road / blocked. All night I stretched my arms across

4. A painting of two people sitting and looking up at a star-filled night sky. The person on the left has dark hair and wears a white dress, the person on the right wears black clothes and has their back to the viewer. They are sitting on a green hill, with another green hill and a river in the background. Two lines streak across the sky, indicating shooting stars.

5. When does a war end? When can I say / your name and have it mean only your / name and not what you left behind?

6. Staring / at the tree for a long time now,  I am reminded / of the righteousness I had before the scorch / of time. I miss who I was. I miss who we all were, / before we were this: half alive to the brightening sky, / half dead already. I place my hand on the unscarred / bark that is cool and unsullied, and because I cannot / apologize to the tree, to my own self I say, I am sorry. / I am sorry I have been so reckless with your life.

7. We’ve read / the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen. / The field’s burnt, the land destroyed, the lovers left / broken in the brown dirt. And then it’s gone.

8. I haven’t said goodbye to the ruins yet.

9. Makes you sad. All of your friends are gone. Good-bye / Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all / in Heaven. But there’s a litany of dreams that happens / Somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling

10. In truth, I only remember closing my eyes. In truth, I believe you were all there / because I knew that in a dream, I could keep all of you safe. In truth, // I woke still afraid. In truth, all of my teeth were aching when I crawled / from underneath the covers.

11. I’m lying down and all I can see is the stars. / The hole in my chest breathes / like a stupid mistake.

12. what belongs to you / doesn’t // in the shattered absence / of an unraveling cosmos // what tiny bits of debris will you / unexpectedly ache for? // what small particles will you / cling to / as if you actually could?

13. Because this mess I made I made with love.

14.  A picture of two hands on a black background. The hands are colored and lit blue and hold onto a cluster of star-like white dots. The white dots overlap at the center, creating a white sphere, and flake out from there.

15. What else can my hands / do with the blood? Pray? End ID.]

[just-wublrful]

@lasilhouetteinbianco we are very very normal about hands here

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[ID: An assortment of quotes, lyrics, and images from various sources.

1. don’t come too close. i almost wanted to say but instead i swallowed the words down my throat and into the pocket i keep inside of my heart. you’re going to hurt me and i’m going to let you. our hands are almost touching, my body is trembling. i think i love you and it makes me sick. you hold my hand and i let you. i don’t want anything else but this. a.m

2. truth is: i am afraid // we are both knives, both stones, / both scarred. Or we will be.

3. You can think again / When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and / You’re nothin’ but skin

4. perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most -- you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love.

5. I brought my hands and was told / Yes, that’s all you need

6. Having used every subterfuge / To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion, / Now I see no way but a clean break. / I add that I am willing to bear to bear the guilt. // You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge, / A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on. / We sit, watching. When next I speak / Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.

7. Our lungs, eager & panting, as if the air has been made just to hold us / this close to each other. The same way we stand now, near enough // to clutch the only other living being shattered by this immensity -- / but we don’t. Call this the ruin of years. Call this redemption. / Tell me you’ve missed the tireless burden of my solid weight / against your back.

8. “Though lovers be lost love shall not,” etc. But I am not yet sure how to sever the love from the lover without occasioning some degree of carnage.

9. A painting of two bloodied hands holding onto each other.

10. How can I // convince you this is love? Is it luckier to have a redeemer / who will kill for you? One who will die for you?

11. It is enough, this moment, not to speak. To touch your hand.

12. For this is / love: rigor // mortis in the / mortal grip / and never to let // go

End ID.]

[lobotomy-maybe-bestie]

@just-wublrful

log on. sexualize the old man. log off. repeat