Dreaming in the Ether

Chicana. Day dreamer. Writer. Collage art. Danzante. Generally just vibing and being weird in the matrix.

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'Elevated' 3.8.2026

Original collage by me :)

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"Fuertes dos" 2.28.26

Original mixed media collage by meeeeee

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"Fuertes" 2.16.2026

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"On the Road"

1.30.2026

[thevaultoftheatomicspaceage]

1973 NASA art by Rick Guidice visualizes the idea of a Pioneer probe using Jupiter’s gravity to slingshot itself toward the outer planets and beyond.

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, "Glamor on the West Streets / Silver Over Everything"

[lucidloving]

Brenda Hillman, "Escape & Logic" // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Louise Glück, "Timor Mortis" // @/art.of.between on ig // Sylvia Plath, "Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest" // @mun-dane, "on love arriving unannounced" // Florence + the Machine – Girls Against God // Virginia Woolf // Molly Brodak, "Molly Brodak" // Jane Austen, Emma

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Playing with Gouache 12.26.25

[bobbole]

Żaneta Antosik

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"Screaming into the Aether" December 22, 2025

[nature-travel-photography]

Arches National park, Utah - Author: BerryTwirlX

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misterlemonzlime.tumblr.com/archive

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First new collage in a while. 12.15.2025

"Ad Infinitum"

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“Fall apart, torn apart”

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[arichka-xoxo]

Love came to me

not as a warmth,

but as a dark figure standing quietly

in the doorway of my life,

its shadow reaching the room

before its body did.

It didn’t ask permission.

It simply observed

the way a judge observes,

the way a dream observes

while you pretend you’re awake.

I felt it studying the trembling corners

of my thoughts,

sorting them like fragile evidence:

every hope,

every fear,

every moment I tried to bury

under polite smiles.

Its presence grew heavier

by the hour,

an invisible weight draped

over my shoulders

like a promise

I never agreed to make.

Sometimes it spoke softly,

as if afraid of breaking me

you are mine in ways

you don’t yet understand.

Other times

it said nothing at all,

and its silence

was a maze

I wandered in circles,

searching for the exit

that looked too much like destiny.

Love, I learned,

is not always a flame.

Sometimes

it is a door that closes gently,

so gently

you don’t hear the lock

until you’re already inside.

And yet

in the dimness,

in the strange captivity

of being truly seen

I found a truth

that frightened and freed me:

even the darkest love

is still a light,

just one bright enough

to expose

every shadow

I tried to hide.

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Playing with gouache.