DOOODI

i am so grateful, and so full of love for this sweet world around me #FreePalestine #KeepEyesOnSudan

[desimonewayland]

English Valentine (puzzle) Card 1790, Watercolour, pen and ink.

The Postal Museum UK

[lunamonchtuna]

— Sylvia Plath, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956 (via lunamonchtuna)

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

You were never mine, but I was always yours.

k.b. // sombr - i wish i knew how to quit you

[orpheuslament]

Song, Allen Ginsberg

[aceeofcupss]

The bear loved the deer, it was obvious. It ripped the deer's throat out, and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection.

[aceeofcupss]

2026

"I won’t make myself digestible anymore. I will let people have indigestions”

[mournfulroses]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter featured in Letters to Merline, 1919-1922

[suonko]

by Takeuchi Seiho

[phantom-threaded]

Spellbound 1945, dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[holespoles]

Fumi Yanagimoto

柳本史

[distantvoices]

Yoon Young Bae by Cho Gi Seok for Vogue US February 2023

[sharpenededges]

Virgil Finlay - (1950)

[petaltexturedskies]

Emily Brontë from “Death, that struck when I was most confiding”

[weltenwellen]

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Staying Quiet"

[honeymuse2002]

Baby bear stickers ❤️

[feral-ballad]

Maybe you did not feel how I carried you anew after our separation, how your blood spoke and how I sank in your water as I used to, even though its colour had changed. ‘I know this face,’ I say, then I deny knowing it. I howl like a dog whose ear they cut off and made him eat. Then I go mute and turn into a murderer. I know your smell. I deny it and flee. I return. I embrace you. I call out to you, and I cry. I go mad. I see you flying over defeated countries. I carry the irritability of a bullet, the depravity of a bomb. I leave naked wearing only a stolen helmet. I fill the sky with rotten shots given to us to make our suicide easier. I raise your body as a banner of horror and disappointment. As I fall, I call out, ‘It’s still raining blood!

Ramy Al-Asheq, tr. by Isis Nusair, from Ever Since I Did Not Die; “I Raise Your Body as a Banner of Horror and Disappointment”

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed