B.L

Mannequin with a pen.

[here-by-chance]

im obsessed

[the-real-seebs]

oh, of course. because he died for our sins.

[cabaretcore]

Left to fight with all our might; the flight does not take off.

Sights to see from west to east the burning of writings are scoffed.

Cough the days away; hate the faded rays taking the children away, lay them away in laden dismay.

Off with their heads, a trillion for bread and more for the mark I frankly perceive with a heart.

And weigh within pounds or an inch of my crown.

As the head of the church said.

It was good.

The bottom of the barrels were fraught, yet everything was good.

He sung into place a lovely day, carry on.

Just sing.

[kiisuuumii]

Dorothea Lasky, "Milk, No. 2," Milk

[louisegluck]

Ada Limón, from “Lashed to the Helm, All Stiff and Stark.” [ID in alt text]

[nevver]

Hurry the dawn, Filippo Giani

[nemfrog]

“The Zodiacal light in tropic latitudes.” A new astronomy for beginners. 1898.

Internet Archive

[louisegluck]

May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal

[louisegluck]

Gennady Aygi, tr. by Peter France, from “The People Are a Temple.” [ID in alt text]

[cryptactical]

HELLO LITTLE SHIT

ellloooo lol

[an-ruraiocht]

Ballet, like opera, is wonderful because it is monstrous, the hyper-development of skills nobody needs, a twisting of human bodies and souls into impossible positions, the purchase of light with blood.

Irina Dumitrescu, "Swan, Late: The unexpected joys of adult beginner ballet."

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[apocryphics]

[quaintobsessions]

that sky lit by an ember allows you to recall you have not lost the knack of smouldering or incandescence and the promise of being consumed wholly

still glows on the horizon

[stlowens]

May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal [ID in alt text]

[llleighsmith]

“No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.”

— ERIN BOW