tired/wired/mired (i'm a bog body)

my name is mg and i’m here to say: the mire is the bog, i'm tired because i am very old, i'm wired because when my body is discovered in this bog everyone will know how cute my hair looks

[crowwowo]

While the Winter Palace and court reminded Alexandra of her childhood in Ostwick, after the adrenaline, violence, and confusion of the evening her composure snaps the moment she’s alone. By WEWH Cullen & Ali’s relationship is still tentative, but her allowing him to comfort her is definitely a step forward

It’s also the even where Varric’s betting pool on their relationship triples (previously only Ironbull, Josie, & Solas with stakes). The night after is a very busy day for the Herald’s Rest as the entire inner circle argues possibilities

Just lineart under cut bc I like it

Do you guys like me tweaking this five million times

[beautifulscreaminglady]

source: paynterjacket on Instagram

[deadparrish]

tea!

[luthienne]

Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”

[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]

[ezrapoundinthetardis-blog]

Diane di Prima

[nightlament]

ursula k. le guin, the lathe of heaven

[projectiondepartment]

every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation

[projectiondepartment]

this one btw

[owlmylove]

“Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?”

— Mary Oliver, excerpt of “Peonies”, in Blue Iris (via antigonick)

[garrett-hannah]

SHERYL LEE RALPH accepts her award for Best Supporting Actress In A Comedy Series at the 28th Annual Critics Choice Awards (January 15, 2023)

[apoemaday]

How to Read Ezra Pound

by Martín Espada

At the poets’ panel, after an hour of poets debating Ezra Pound, Abe the Lincoln veteran, remembering the Spanish Civil War, raised his hand and said: If I knew that a fascist was a great poet, I’d shoot him anyway.

[bakwaaas]

Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again

[dimitrisanya]

Exclusive first look at Broadway’s #AnastasiaMusical.

[michaelmoonsbookshop]

Illustration by Robert Anning Bell 

From and edition of The Tempest published 1901

[kosmogrl]

[stuffedgrapeleaves]

postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.

[stuffedgrapeleaves]

same energy

[overnighter]

“I was talking to a friend and I said, “I am undestroying myself.” The phrase just came to me, but it also felt right because that is where I am in my life—undoing the damage, both emotional and physical, that I did to myself, that was done to me. I’m trying to become a better person. I am trying to become myself.”

— ~Roxane Gay, “For I Have Sinned.“ 

[nest-of-shiny-things]

every day people are out here weaving elaborate fictional narratives for nhl players meanwhile pwhl players will just straight up say shit like “we were skinny dipping with team canada while training for the olympics and a shooting star passed overhead and no one else saw it but us and we locked eyes and thus began a secret teammate romance that almost fell apart after we lost the gold medal but the next time our teams played against each other she chased down my team bus after the game to win me back and seven years later we were married and I said in my wedding vows that she was the wish I had always dreamed of and I didn’t realize it until now.” anyway true story and it happened to my girl laura stacey.

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

kind of making me insane that people have been thinking about grief and death like this for thousands of years

[elisary01]

“has turned to clay” I know exactly what theyre referring to but there’s also something about the epic being written in clay. like. like. enkidu can only now be remembered. his story can only be preserved, in clay. there’s nothing left for him, except clay