#k fragments

[itsuki-minamy]

"GROUND ZERO - FRAGMENTS" // VERSION PDF: HERE // MEGA

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Thank you so much!^^

[mournfulroses]

Julian K. Jarboe, from her novel titled "Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel,"

[an-established-butt-dent]

The Veil is thin tonight-

-Can you feel it on your skin?

Tingling?

Ink and fineliner on paper

Available as Print

[feral-ballad]

Deema K. Shehabi, ed. by Nathalie Handal, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; “Breath”

[Text ID: "and I see you breathe red poppies over the hills in Palestine / and I see girls with orchards of almond trees in their eyes / and I can't tell my love how to leave our land without weeping / and I can't always love this land."]

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

It was now time that I begin to learn the recounting of the vision. When I began I thought there was nothing to learn: all I had to do was say what I had seen. Milk worked with words; Tarweed worked with words, drum, and matrix chanting. They had me go very slowly, telling very little at a time, sometimes one word only, and repeating what I had been able to tell, singing it with the matrix chant, so that as much as possible might be truly recalled and given and could be recalled and given again. When I began thus to find out what it is to say what one has seen, and when the great complexity and innumerable vivid details of the vision overwhelmed my imagination and surpassed my ability to describe, I feared that I would lose it all before I could grasp one fragment of it and that even if I remembered some of it I would never understand any of it. My guides reassured me and quieted my impatience. Milk said, “We have some training in this craft, and you have none. You have to learn to speak sky with an earth tongue. Listen: if a baby were carried up the Mountain, could she walk back down, until she learned to walk?” -- Ursula K. Le Guin, Always Coming Home (335)

[wrongtitle]

"Evil masquerades as good. Heroes are just villains with a better disguise."

Fragments - Nyla K. (Alabaster Penitentiary #4)

[tronlightcyclerun]

"gun to uour head you have to get an introject of a [REDACTED] member which one you introjecting ?" ohhhh gun to my head id say pull th etrigger (reference)

[sinvulkt]

Building Up Walls by DarkrystalSky ( @chrisis-averted )

K Project AU series. Silver Clan based. 24k words, completed.

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Part 2, chap 1:

“A piece of advice, for a friend of a friend.” He said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I know Weismann well enough to say he hasn’t changed a bit: it was only because he forgot his past and status that he allowed himself to get close to you two, but now that he’s back he will try and cut you off. He loves people, he cares and that’s why he continues to distance himself. Afraid to lose others or get close even though he wants to. He chooses to be lonely and care for others from afar.” He paused, to make sure the words sunk in. “Don’t let him.”

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

idk why I show things to people who don't care enough to say more than one word, it just makes me feel like crap "look what I made" "nice"

[pyfog]

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP

[ankhisms]

the poetry may be mediocre but at least its MY mediocre poetry!!!! at least i tried

[virikako]

Me: I won't roll for Erika fun nun dork

Also Me: 5 stars, lvl 70, maxed out

[feral-ballad]

Deema K. Shehabi, ed. by Nathalie Handal, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; “The Glistening”

[Text ID: "creating the deep gnawing of love, / a love which makes you want to leave your skin behind."]

[wrongtitle]

"Why would I worry? Because society tells us it’s wrong? Who the fuck is society, anyway? What do they know??"

Fragments - Nyla K. (Alabaster Penitentiary #4)

[ctymedia]

캐치더영(Catch The Young) 2nd Mini Album

[Catch The Young : Fragments of Odyssey]

CONCEPT PHOTO 1 📸⛵

[tender--ache]

John Berger, from And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos (1984)

I am begging you, please do yourself a favour and read this book. Berger's writing is like a peaceful, quiet morning sitting in the porch savouring the gentle breeze with a warm cup of coffee and nothing to do for the rest of the day. It puts my heart at ease.

This particular fragment I find myself going back to often, I even cry a little at how tender this is.