à toi, pour toujours

– dimi, year twenty-five.

[derangedrhythms]

There isn’t a version of me that could’ve looked away from you.

Yael van der Wouden, The Safekeep

[ledepaysement]

Crushed, Mark Liam Smith

[cleoidus]

some cute things i made

[existential-celestial]

“…and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.”

— Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

I do not want the ai overview. I want to read six wikipedia pages as god intended.

[kameliendame]

Dancers of the Royal Ballet in Giselle

ph. Bill Cooper

[petaltexturedskies]

Sappho, from Sappho: Poems & Fragments (tr. by Josephine Balmer)

[thebluesthour]

My course is almost run. I have started to turn salty. The high banks that once bounded my sides have gone and great wet plains stretch away on either side instead, while straight ahead, beckoning me on and running right to the horizon, the never-ending, the everlasting, grey green blue white black silver sea.

Carlo Gébler, I, Antigone

[horreurscopes]

seeing modern art and saying "that's not art, i could do that": dumb, anti-intellectual, not beautiful nor true

seeing modern art and saying "that is art, but there's nothing inherently more worthy about this piece than the artwork of countless other people who are making equally interesting or even superior works but simply do not have the connections or skills to gain notoriety in certain circles nor museum space": important distinction, does not elevate the artistic institutions that exist within biased systems to unquestionable status

[seraphinesaintclair]

Sara Teasdale, “Helen Of Troy”

[donnainnominata]

Every day I unbury — I dig up. I find relics of myself in the sand that women made thousands of years ago.

By Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

[jeandelispector-deactivated2025]

dostoevsky's manuscripts

[kafkaswasteddayz]

not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again

[sexchangedotcom]

the internet is a place for reading wikipedia articles and watching every movie for free. social media is an invasive species. never forget this

[niimph]

“She bound jasmine blossoms in her hair.”

— Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993

[adrasteiax]

“The summer night glowed; in the field, fireflies were glinting. And for those who understood such things, the stars were sending messages”

— Louise Glück, from Midsummer in “Poems 1962-2012”

[89words]

“I think of you, divine enchantress,”

— Nosis, tr. by Josephine Balmer, from Classic Women Poets; “Myrtho,”