it's the twilight of the gods and i am looking SO good

yvain @ ao3

[balaenosphere]

finally pushed the button + made a url change + gave in to whale theming

[apoemaday]

“I heard a Fly buzz”

by Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz — when I died — The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air — Between the Heaves of Storm —

The Eyes around — had wrung them dry — And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset — when the King Be witnessed — in the Room —

I willed my Keepsakes — signed away What portions of me be Assignable — and then it was There interposed a Fly —

With Blue — uncertain stumbling Buzz — Between the light — and me — And then the Windows failed — and then I could not see to see —

[lukewarmtomatosoup]

gar field? that’s not where they’re supposed to be

[encryptidarchivist]

ah,,, but they are such gentle beasts,,,

[lukewarmtomatosoup]

oh wow… how serene…

[catchaspark]

californians, consider calling your state assemblymembers in order to object to the current budget proposal stripping Medi-Cal (our Medicaid) from asylees and refugee applicants except in emergencies. also, they’re agreeing to reduce the asset limit for many Medi-Cal recipients back to $2000. That number means that the maximum amount a Medi-Cal recipient who is aged, blind, or disabled can have in the bank at any time is $2000. That figure is obscenely low, and it’s actually lower by about fifty bucks than the amount they’re allowed to get each month in income.* if enacted this policy change will vastly hurt thousands of seniors and disabled people and i’m not kidding. please speak up if you can.

[apoemaday]

Anxiety I

by Tove Ditlevsen tr. Cynthia Graae and Michael Goldman

Anxiety is old it reeks of childhood it has no object is awakened by glances, words and sudden noise lives in recurring dreams where the one you love shows the deadly hatred he hides by day.

People’s eyes are yellow they are too close together and they have no lashes over them their menacing eyebrows run endlessly together the corners of their mouths dislocate and twist, watercolor-wet do not look at them slip away from any dangerous and keen attention.

Wrap yourself in rhythms and rhymes from the old bygone songs hide with the troll and the dragon the pure evil shy away from all affection even from the child who plays with and caresses the cat shy away from his expectation his memories his blocked future.

Seek the company of those who peacefully turned away want nothing from you libraries waiting rooms railway stations people with suitcases in hand have firm contours unknown goals in a world that is not yours.

All the others are transformed under your stare as if under windswept waves they know that you see their secrets and innermost thoughts hate your lurking and waiting you do not know the day of the catastrophe approaching by the hour.

Anxiety is old your father and your mother are safety and danger staring through your lover’s eyes and are not dead. Do not watch them. Lay flowers on the grave light candles at night fold your hands and hum in devotional horror the old forgotten songs.

[ceruleanheaven]

month starting on a monday we have no excuse guys lets get to work and lock the fuck in

[ceruleanheaven]

yk its actually very chic and avant garde to start on tuesday the second

[ceruleanheaven]

many claim theres nothing more subversive and revolutionary than starting on wednesday the third

[emmaklee]

Nishimoto Ryota

a piece of wood carved to fit perfectly into a zippered plastic bag

[publicdomainreview]

First attributed to Jacques-Louis David and then Constance Marie Charpentier, this compelling 1801 portrait is now believed to be the work of Marie-Denise Villers: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/villers-portrait

[anasabdin]

Blue Hour Inc.

[cabbagesoup1]

[riben-deactivated20230922]

dude imagine if a hog saw this

[riben-deactivated20230922]

wouldn’t be nearly as many mushrooms is all I’m saying

[wonderstruck]

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

[nobrashfestivity]

Wassily Kandinsky, Aglow, 1928

[hagiomoto]

Okay, if you are tired then you won't be able to read. There I say it. No one else want to say it. It is strange. If you are tired, if you cannot finish a book that's a given. That's why you need to read...at work. You need to steal your reading time from your employers.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[xalatath]

Interested ✅️

[pitayyaaa]

Eight anterooms: in the last, where the cardinal should be, he finds Anne Boleyn...

...There is a world of the possible. A world where Anne can be queen is a world where Cromwell can be Cromwell. He sees it; then he doesn’t. The moment is fleeting. But insight cannot be taken back. You cannot return to the moment you were in before.

typeset pages for this entire section (and extra secret illustration) under the cut

[shoomlah]

The re-release of the Classic PS1 versions of Myst and Riven required new trophies, which required new trophy icons, and so I got permission to get a little weird and illustrative with it—super fun getting to revisit this world with a little bit of Mignola mixed in.

(The Riven trophy icons)

(Also you can get a blanket with all of these on it at the Cyan store and, speaking from experience, it is extremely cozy)