Reblogs

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Creamthing has a vision- a tombstone that looks like him

[apoemaday]

Moderation Is Not A Negation of Intensity, But Helps Avoid Monotony

by John Tagliabue

Will you stop for a while, stop trying to pull yourself together for some clear "meaning" -- some momentary summary? no one can have poetry or dances, prayers or climaxes all day; the ordinary blankness of little dramatic consciousness is good for the health sometimes, only Dostoevsky can be Dostoevskian at such long long tumultuous stretches; look what that intensity did to poor great Van Gogh!; linger, lunge, scrounge and be stupid, that doesn't take much centering of one's forces; as wise Whitman said "lounge and invite the soul." Get enough sleep; and not only because (as Cocteau said) "poetry is the literature of sleep"; be a dumb bell for a few minutes at least; we don't want Sunday church bells ringing constantly.

[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

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[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)