in the mourning

jessie // 28 // ny // nature // human beings // i love everything so much // if i were a flower i'd be pondweed 

[pushmataaha]

[vangoghcore]

by beemerryfarm

[maisonderriere]

[blueandgoldmountainboi]

I swear the fuckin producers of the simpsons knew shit was an issue before anyone opened their eyes.

[satssukaaay-deactivated20191229]

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Tell me I’m cute or something so I can like roll my eyes at you but then blush when I think about it later

[51percentgent]

[globalchristendom]

A monk in Italy. (Photographer: Steve McCurry)

[grayskymorning]

Hannah Queen

[noburden]

@poetryatmost / raymond carter / eileen myles / a month of changes by emility / olivia larson @poetbitesback / the months by linda pastan / tuck everlasting by natalie babbitt / dear august / morning sun by edward hopper / e.j.l. / sue monk kidd

[dumini]

alleycat gives unsolicited advice

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[astrodidact]

[casismymrdarcy]

What a month.

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[ryebreadgf]

microdosing on living by going to the grocery store

[publiclyprismatic]

chrissofly (he/him), queer artist, in his princess series

mod reaux

[saintjoan]

Poetry recs? Like your absolute absolute favourites

Okay these are the ones that made me die a little

“all people are driven to the point of eating their gods” 

“if I love you / is that a fact or a weapon?”

“the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it”

“the blood in your mouth – I wish it was mine”

“his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars”

“I am singing now while rome burns”

“that corpse you planted last year in your garden,  has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?”

“so the gods sank to human shape with longing”

“those imperial, disimpassion’d eyes”

“this beautiful speed will be the end of us.  those are stars in our teeth.”

“if love wants you, if you’ve been melted into stars”

“out of the ash I rise with my red hair / and I eat men like air”

“your body hurts me as the world hurts god”

“lessons on loving a prophet”

“and I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void”

“tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine”

“to love a prophet is to become their desert”

“the void rushing up to greet us in the absence of god”

[tordenvejr]

vulnerability is clumsy but it’s the only thing worth anything

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Rachel Ruysch (1664 - 1750) 

Still life of flowers, with butterflies, insects, a lizard and toads, beside a pool, 1687