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To the Bone, Dorothy Allison

[ID: That summer I did not go crazy / but I wore / very close / very close / to the bone.]

*tears streaming down my face as i desperately grab at the fabric of your shirt* am i at least cringe and annoying in a fuckable way

asoftwrongness

#151

dogrotpdf

could you do a web weaving on feeling like you’re drowning in your own head/life, esp in winter? sorry if that’s too specific lol

THERE IS NO WINTER AS COLD AS MY WINTER

Sarah Kay / @dreaming—and—doing / Franz Kafka / Natalie Diaz / John Geddes / Marie Howe / Franz Kafka

oneleggedflamingo

21.11-20

New snow. :3

- Vivera Rossi

layaart

moss bones 🌿🦴 🍃 💀

harmalade

“Run into a cave and break your ankle so that people have to come find you and they see you lying at the bottom of this beautiful cave and maybe there’s a waterfall and the light from the crystals makes you look really beautiful and they say “Are you okay?” and you say “I think so” and they say “oh my God have you been here alone this whole time with a broken ankle” and you say “it’s okay” and they say “you’re so brave” and you are brave and you look so beautiful surrounded by cave crystals and everyone stands over you and says “oh wow” and “you poor beautiful thing” and “I’m so sorry we let you run into the cave but I’m so glad we found you” and let them carry you home and promise to be your best friends forever and that everything’s their fault and also they named the cave after you and you’re prettier than all of your enemies and your enemies all died of jealousy while you were in the cave.”

— Daniel M. Lavery, How To Respond To Criticism (via boringoldraphael)

pawcakes

this bitch gets it

portraitofadumbassonfire

DANCE FEVER ~ Florence + The Machine

Cassandra ~ Evelyn De Morgan/ Witch's Sabbath ~ Francisco Goya/ The Incredulity of Saint Thomas ~ Caravaggio/ Judith and the Head of Holofernes ~ Gustav Klimt/ Scene from 'Tom o' Shanter': Witches Dancing in Alloway ~ Alud Kirk/ Abraham and the Angels ~ Sebastiano Ricci/ Glass with Roses ~ Vincent Van Gogh/ The Coronation of the Virgin ~ Diego Velázquez

powerfulkicks

We need to start sexualizing mobility aids

carfuckerlynch

[transcript: torrin a. greathouse

Sick4Sick

I think my lover’s cane is sexy. The way they walk like a rainstorm stumbles slow across the landscape. How, with fingers laced together, our boots & canes click in time-unsteady rhythm of a metronome’s limp wrist. All sway & swish, first person I ever saw walk with a lisp. Call this our love language of unspokens: We share so many symptoms, the first time we thought to hyphenate our names was, playfully, to christen ourselves a new disorder. We trade tips on medication, on how to weather what prescriptions make you sick to [maybe] make you well. We make toasts with acetaminophen bought in bulk. Kiss in the airport terminal through surgical masks. Rub the knots from each others’ backs. We dangle FALL RISK bracelets from our walls & call it decoration. We visit another ER & call it a date. When we are sick, again, for months -with a common illness that will not leave-it is not the doctors who care for us. We make do ourselves. At night, long after the sky has darkened-in-something like a three-day-bruise, littered with satellites I keep mistaking for stars-our bodies are fever-sweat stitched. A chimera. Shadow-puppet of our lust. Bones bowed into a new beast [with two backs, six legs of metal & flesh & carbon fiber]. Beside my love, I find I can’t remember any prayers so I whisper the names of our medications like the names of saints. Orange bottles scattered around the mattress like unlit candles in the dark. /End transcript]