#this itself is poetry

[lucidloving]

D. Alan Holmes, Enlightenment // Signet Amenti // @cryptonature // Alan Wilsom Watts // Evan M. Cohen, "Oceans" // Nikita Gill // @pauladoodles // Julian Gough, "Minecraft End Poem" // Sleeping At Last—Saturn

[theoptia]

Clementine von Radics, from “Letter from Anaïs Nin to Clementine von Radics”

Text ID: For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough.

[schneesisterss]

alicent standing finally free amongst the sky and sea and rhaenyra crushed by the weight of history

[psychologeek]

Jewish people online: someone I know died :(

Goyim online: yayy another dead jew i mean, Zionist! Go back to where you came from!

Yemen (1 jew, imprisoned by Houthies): ...

Poland (ethnically cleansed 99% of the Jewish population in 8 years):

(Not new. 2019, for example:)

Tzur Erlich:

Two memorial days in very close date,

In favour of some calculation

What is the cost of having a state

And what was the cost when we didn't

שני ימי זיכרון סמוכים כל שנה,

לטובת החישוב הכללי

כמה עולה לנו עם מדינה

וכמה עולה לנו בלי.

(צור ארליך)

(feel free to rb. It's the only way to get more ppl to see it)

[obesogen]

garbage disposal

Some of us in this life are only meant to be a massive, fat, fuckpile–

wobbling uncontrollably and constantly fucked on all sides,

by dicks of all kinds,

slippery between the rolls with cum and lube,

Eating anything given to you indiscriminately

and undeniably

Sow and Pig and Hog

-like

The food is all the perfectly good food that no one in the apt. building wants,

It slides towards you from a hopper above into a funnel around your fat little face,

connected to a collar that has a radio to call out to your feeder,

sitting in the dark of the basement eating and eating and eating all the remains,

And if you don’t eat fast enough that blubbery mug will be

Suffocated

in leftover sandwiches and half-eaten slices of birthday cake.

You love all food you aren’t picky where it comes from,

Belly swollen and spread out in front of you on a pile of mattresses,

groaning and perspiring.

But now suddenly,

you feel the food piling up above your head inside the cone faster

You sense for the first time in so long, fear,

You scream out, not that loudly –

because you can hardly breathe

“hey im too full still! I— ccc-aan’t eat all this!! Please!”

Your feeder pretends not to notice you

You feel the massive expanse of your back get cold with dread

You can still feel the faceless others fucking you, grunting, uninterested in your plight

And you just start eating your way out,

and silently pray your stomach doesn’t burst

[love-3-crimes]

Day 12: Haiku

Japan, he's been banned

He's not allowed, in Japan

Anymore. cheeto

we got dad 3 fanart before cccc v2

[fearandhatred]

i was thinking about this line from my fic:

But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys.

and i came up with this. i hope the vision came through

[dustykneed]

(tsfs feels anyone? fanart below.)

You've been in his head.

But he says, never faltering, the words,

"I choose the danger."

It is in that moment that you understand:

He could never, would never,

Has never hated you.

Now you realize:

this is what humans refer to as love.

[nightskies-and-sweetnothings]

finally did some bits of my journal that i made! so heres pages one, two, and the cover :)

i’ll put the august page in a separate post because i have something else that goes with it :)

[solaestial]

The Sweet Escape - Poets of the Fall

bonus version with fewer color tweaks

[temothylol]

i was struggling with shadows quills the other day, so i was scrolling through reference images, trying to figure out how his silhouette works.

and then i realized that its a star.

and i had to sit down with that realization

[faaun]

the way that diff languages sound r so fascinating they're all different and all so vivid

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Dialog, 1973 :: By Rudolf Bonvie :: (The Mind Will Follow)

[from a larger series of photographs here]

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Turn Again To Life by Mary Lee Hall

If I should die and leave you here a while, be not like others sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep. For my sake – turn again to life and smile, nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do something to comfort weaker hearts than thine. Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine and I, perchance may therein comfort you.

[lovethytendytenderly]

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy // an edit a day til penguins hockey, a countdown (day 1)

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[ghosts-of-love]

you know how people always write "clean me" on the back of dirty vans? drove to big tesco earlier and saw this instead