[postingcards]

an oregon forest chrome postcard postmarked sept 9th, 1969

[whiskeyswifty]

I cannot believe cowboy like me exists. I cannot believe she wrote a whole song about telling people what they want to hear for money. I cannot believe she refers to her pursuit of fame and fortune as the work of a bandit. A hustle. I can’t believe she refers to the love she gave to men she had dated in the past as swindling them. I can’t believe she wrote a whole song about a partnership that nobody will ever be able to prove was real or not and if they ever do she’ll be long gone with the money and all we will have left is the story in the songs. I cannot believe she referred to that partnership as a con. I cannot believe

[sygol]

i have a handful of gripes about modern culture, industrial society, and where art and humanity fits into these structures

but i wont tell them to you

instead i want you to imagine a gnarled plum tree

and on this crooked tree, only one single, almost absurdly large plum grows

the plum is a deep indigo hue, its glossy skin carries the light of the sun, in a gentle arcing stroke down its ripe body

this fruit bearing limb bows, straining against the weight, just barely holding the plum from rot

do you want to eat it?

[bintro]

is anyone else their father’s female son

[henessy]

in dreams i meet you in warm conversation we both wake in lonely beds in different cities and time is taking its sweet time erasing you and you've got you demons and darling they all look like me

[godkissedme]

Today was a small clean cloth placed over a very old injury

[kaylor]

thinking again about the girl in the dress wrote you a song.... and all the dresses in her songs... with you i'd dance in a storm in my best dress fearless, the girl in the dress cried the whole way home, spinning like a girl in a brand new dress, you're still all over me like a wine stained dress i can't wear anymore, only bought this dress so you could take it off, ripped up my prom dress running through rose thorns, the flickers of light from the dress i wore at midnight... the dress as the romantic beginnings of your adolescence. the dress as a symbol of your naivety and your girlhood. the dress as a new beginning. the dress as a mark of shame. the dress as sexual agency. the dress as your battle armor, falling apart. the dress as a memory, a relic of the past. the dress as a reclamation of power.

[bonivers]

beautiful day to think about what you had and can no longer have

[frankiecorleone]

[seekingstars]

HOW’S THAT HOUSE THAT RAISED YOU? - Lev St. Valentine

[letsoulswander]

[ID: the poem "HOW'S THAT HOUSE THAT RAISED YOU?"

There's a method of growing rhubarb called "forcing" where it's raised in total darkness and tended to in brief intervals of candlelight. The plant thrives only because it's looking for an absnet sun, and extends to fast you can hear the growing pains. Forcing can weaken the crop but if done correctly can yield a sweeter, more desirable result. Not everything needs to be an allegory. All the same, I am aware that there are things that have happened in my formative years that I have no words to describe and that only God's eyes have seen.]

[farmgf]

IT’S SPRINGTIME YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. PASS THE INSTRUCTIONS ON NOT GIVING UP BY ADA LIMÓN

[farmgf]

IT’S THE GREENING OF THE TREES THAT REALLY GETS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!

[seizuredarling-deactivated20250]

When God gives you good things so as to extract more exquisite and novel varieties of suffering from you

[serratedpens]

Shannon Pratson, "Still Life with Sky, Coffee, Tulips, Anna Karenina, and God"

[boykeats]

[ID: excerpt from a poem reading,

"Grocery store tulips. Empty coffee cup in the sink. Morning sky smeared pink, like the inside of a salmon.

I have been lonely in so many cities and now I am lonely in absence of the city, the crowd at the Met that made me small and whole as a seed.

How do other people pray?"

/end ID}

[bhloomest]

[roseydoux]

Romeo + Juliet (1996)

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

1. The Lovers of Valdaro are a 6,000 year old Neolithic skeleton couple who were found buried together in Mantua, Italy. 

 They were both around 20, both 5′2, and had no physical trauma evident in their bones. They were buried with flint tools. Their limbs are entwined in an endless embrace.

2. The Hasanlu Lovers are 2,800 year skeletons found locked in an eternal kiss in Solduz Valley, Iran. 

 The body on its back was around 20 years old, and the other skeleton was around 30 and showed signs of injury on the right side of their body. They were found in a plaster grain bin, most likely hiding from soldiers in a raid, and asphyxiated during this time.

[twoblogger]

It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider

[twoblogger]

Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal

[angel-derangement]

I hate it too tbh