A Space For Being

30s.She. Also rb from @myfunnydrafts 🥰 Pfp by @duxuebing

[cosmicanger]

Walrus With Ivory Tusks, c. 1950. Inuit Culture. Stone, Ivory and Pigment. 8,3 cm x 17,8 cm x 13,3 cm.

[neoyorzapoteca]

“I believe that is what poetry is for. To remind us that we do not belong to ourselves. Our writing is not our own. Our body is not our own. Our selves are not our own. The lie of bodily autonomy is really such a fantasy of liberalism, just as ownership and private property are. The house in this book is open to strangers, people passing through, coming and going, never staying, just as the pedestrian is someone who is always passing through the lives of others—there are many houses in this stretch of earthly time that we wander into by mistake …”

— An Interview with Valerie Hsiung, Author of The pedestrian – Nightboat Books

[animalrightsarchive]

Farm Sanctuary President and Co-founder Gene Baur driving a calf rescued from an abuse case on a veal farm, c. 1980s.

[sacred-portal]

[sahlesummerhill]

[babbyygirrrl]

I don't know who needs to hear this but... start living. The days are flying by and all you do is work, pay bills, and stress. Enjoy what you can like walks, sunsets, music, laughter. Joy doesn't have to be expensive. You deserve it.

[escuerzoresucitado]

[umbrellamoss]

[ID: Aerial photo of two adult wild hogs and 9 or 10 hoglets lying in a field. The babies are all lying in a pile between/on top of the two adults. End ID]

[lifeinpoetry]

“Don’t say it’s the beautiful I praise. I praise the human, gutted and rising.”

— Katie Ford, from “Song After Sadness,” Blood Lyrics: Poems

[suispiria]

lately I’ve been Overcome With Emotion

[ryebreadgf]

something something the poetry of science etc

[ryebreadgf]

woah

[dramaticwriter]

yeah

[radical-revolution]

[apocryphics]

[violettesiren]

Before the insects start to grind their million bodies, before impulse scatters the deer into the trees, before desire: there’s a rest.

The dawn and the day observe each other. The herd begins to move over the field, one shared dream of grass and wind. The small stones of their hooves in the stony field.

I’ve exhausted my cruelty. I’ve arrived at myself again. The sun builds a slow house inside my house, touching the stilled curtains, the bottoms of cups left out on the table.

Reprieve by Jenny George

[charl0ttan]

furthermore once u stick the landing on the whole "being yourself" thing people respect you a great deal for it. not to mention of course how they then realize its possible for themselves, now that they have it tangible in front of them. it can happen here

[soleilinfini]

mary oliver, staying alive

[anotherworld97]

[kafk-a]