[old-friends-senior-dog-sanctuary]

I just want to get dicked down again =/

[tgatbc]

[kosmogrl]

[rrondo]

[blemgoid]

one time a being of pure light & truth appeard to me and started saying some bullshit but i ignored it

[iphigeniacomplex]

Dust by Dorianne Laux

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

[circus-sonata]

by Junku Nishimura / 西村ジュンク

[zendeyas]

Zendaya wearing MATIERES – New York premiere of The Odyssey

[meanbuddhist]

ran out of things to run to or away from. what now

[womanpraiser]

Cause problems

[meanbuddhist]

i cannot do that

[chthonic-cassandra]

Walking great distances has never been extreme behavior to me. It has forever helped me regain my equilibrium, and I would always rather do the existentially important things in my life on foot. If you want to propose marriage to your girlfriend and you live in England and she is in Sicily, do the decent thing and walk down there. Traveling by car or aeroplane wouldn't be right at such a moment.

Werner Herzog, A Guide for the Perplexed: Conversations with Paul Cronin

[soleilinfini]

mary oliver, staying alive

[heavensghost]

I learn everything the hard way

[loveridden1999]

would u rather england or argentina win?

i'd rather the stadium blows up

[aboutbirds]

Perhaps the way poetry finds expression is by taking materials that had once been reflected into reality and returning them to the realm of thought.

Chika Sagawa, excerpt of "Had They Been the Eyes of Fish," from The Collected Poems of Chika Sagawa, tr. Sawako Nakayasu

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

[the-grassy-hill]

sorry if i come off as rude my mother didn't like me for several years

[accordionlover]

cross stitch, words from Jenny Holzer's Livings, 1980-1982

[probuccalfat]

the bread is stale and the circus is boring let’s wrap it up