Reblogs

[havingapoemwithyou]

Hollywood Clockwise by Natalie Shapero

[sacredheart-stigmata]

 Come now, you rich people, weep and wail for the miseries that are coming to you. Your riches have rotted, and your clothes are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver have rusted, and their rust will be evidence against you, and it will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up treasure during the last days. Listen! The wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.

some verses from James 5 to keep in your heart this International Workers' Day and Feast of Saint Joseph the Worker <3

[dearparentheses]

Guim Tió Zarraluki

[iscariotapologist]

Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm

[scalpho]

"mwahahaha" could be an evil laugh but it could also be "mwah ahaha" like someone kissing you and then laughing joyously because they love you

[cyrusreblogs]

or it could be an evil laugh that begins with an evil little kiss 😘😈

[showerthoughtsofficial]

Every computer needs a cleaning keyboard mode where the keys are inactive while you wipe them down

[sirobvious]

Turn off the computer

[codenamex96]

unplug the keyboard

[mangonetics]

Wallow in filth

[k-simplex]

Dream about me

[boredreuploadshitposts]

[pnglove]

[stone-cold-groove]

Saint Francis of Assisi in Ecstasy. Caravaggio - circa 1595.

[forthesakeofthespirit]

a compilation of posts that contributed to my conversion

image descriptions in alt

[beardedmrbean]

[gaycism]

[rockpapertheodore]

[keepcalmandcarriefischer]

This is one of the posts of all time

[viewfindercomics]

Figurin’ Out How to Draw Houses (2025)

[jnyfmg]

proximity

[your-url-is-problematic]

[hypokeimena]

original image: four panel comic titled "Proximity" by @JNYMFG (op). Each is numbered in the corner, counting from 3 down to 0.

Panel #3 is yellow-toned, with an over-the-shoulder shot of a cheerful man reading the newspaper headline MORE WAR and thinking: "How awful... but I have my own problems!" Panel #2 is orange-toned, showing a distraught woman reading the same headline, and thinking: "But my husband has family there!" Panel #1 is red-toned, showing a pensive man reading the same headline, and thinking: "If I'd stayed, maybe I could have saved them." Panel #0 is entirely blacked out.

reblog image: photo of poem titled The Diameter of the Bomb. Poem reads:

The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters and the diameter of its effective range - about seven meters. And in it four dead and eleven wounded. And around them in a greater circle of pain and time are scattered two hospitals and one cemetery. But the young woman who was buried where she came from over a hundred kilometers away enlarges the circle greatly. And the lone man who weeps over her death in a far corner of a distant country includes the whole world in the circle. And I won't speak at all about the crying of orphans that reaches to the seat of God and from there onward, making the circle without end and without God.

Yehuda Amichai (translated from the Hebrew by Yehuda Amichai & Ted Hughes) /end ID

[apesoformythoughts]

"Similarly people are losing the power to enjoy Christmas through identifying it with enjoyment. When once they lose sight of the old suggestion that it is all about something, they naturally fall into blank pauses of wondering what it is all about. To be told to rejoice on Christmas Day is reasonable and intelligible, if you understand the name, or even look at the word. To be told to rejoice on the twenty-fifth of December is like being told to rejoice at a quarter-past eleven on Thursday week."

— G.K. Chesterton: "The New War of Christmas", G. K.'s Weekly (26-12-1925)

[girl-sim-deactivated20230806-de]

“So, when these gentlemen say, ‘You are utopians, you anarchists are dreamers, your utopia would never work,’ we must reply, ‘Yes, it’s true, anarchism is a tension, not a realization, not a concrete attempt to bring about anarchy tomorrow morning.’ But we must also be able to say but you, distinguished democratic gentlemen in government that regulate our lives, that govern us through the opinions that you form daily in your newspapers, in the universities, schools, etc., what have you gentlemen accomplished? A world worth living in? Or a world of death, a world in which life is a flat affair, devoid of any quality, without any meaning to it? A world where one reaches a certain age, is about to get one’s pension, and asks oneself, ‘But what have I done with my life? What has been the sense of living all these years?’”

— The Anarchist Tension, Alfredo M. Bonanno

[queertations]

Link to The Anarchist Tension

[miamaimania]

Vulva Pilgrim Badge (14th c.) ◆ The Netherlands ~ A vulva on legs, staff in hand, off to find salvation