brassica fan

bev. she/they, mid-twenties, white on Odawa & Peoria land

[fairuzfan]

Here's a website where Palestine GoFundMes are vetted and shared that you can send out to people. The url is gazafunds.com

Easy to use and simple. Just share the site whenever someone asks for GFMs for Palestine.

[moviesludge]

[caribbeanangel]

Dorothy Ashby.

[the876tothe867-blog]

“Walking Backwards In The Wind” by Annie Pootoogook

[altcomics]

David Hockney

[noelle-ism]

That's Not What Unc Means

You’d never know the meaning of unc or its origins in black culture if you looked to mainstream media.

Really good write-up on the origin of "Unc" as a term used in AAVE, and how it's been turned into a generic disparaging term when it didn't even have negative connotations to begin with.

[flikkerij]

i will do ANYTHING but work on my essay apparently

[semutamusic]

[mini-girlz]

Fertility Figurine

Malta

3500 BCE

> etc.ancient.eu

[havingapoemwithyou]

before a departure in spring by w.s. merwin

[thedeepgreensea]

Herons, 2025, watercolour

[997]

this bitch is so iconic fr

[tajrishgp]

[delicatetrashdelusion]

[circusheart]

OK so im a frog and the water is warm now. i swear it was cold a while ago but now its warm and i dont know when or why. But it's probably not gonna get any warmer

[larkandkatydid]

CONCEIVED IN SIN,

BORN IN INIQUITY,

NURTURED BY TYRANNY,

DIED OF ACHRONIC ATTACK OF PUNCH

161 years ago today. WE CAN DO IT AGAIN.

[zinjanthropusboisei]

The task is to make kin in lines of inventive connection as a practice of learning to live and die well with each other in a thick present.

[apoemaday]

Brilliance

by Mark Doty

Maggie’s taking care of a man who’s dying; he’s attended to everything, said goodbye to his parents,

paid off his credit card. She says Why don’t you just run it up to the limit?

but he wants everything squared away, no balance owed, though he misses the pets

he’s already found a home for — he can’t be around dogs or cats, too much risk. He says,

I can’t have anything. She says, A bowl of goldfish? He says he doesn’t want to start

with anything and then describes the kind he’d maybe like, how their tails would fan

to a gold flaring. They talk about hot jewel tones, gold lacquer, say maybe

they’ll go pick some out though he can’t go much of anywhere and then abruptly he says I can’t love

anything I can’t finish. He says it like he’s had enough of the whole scintillant world,

though what he means is he’ll never be satisfied and therefore has established this discipline,

a kind of severe rehearsal. That’s where they leave it, him looking out the window,

her knitting as she does because she needs to do something. Later he leaves a message:

Yes to the bowl of goldfish. Meaning: let me go, if I have to, in brilliance. In a story I read,

a Zen master who’d perfected his detachment from the things of the world remembered, at the moment of dying,

a deer he used to feed in the park, and wondered who might care for it, and at that instant was reborn

in the stunned flesh of a fawn. So, Maggie’s friend — Is he going out

Into the last loved object Of his attention? Fanning the veined translucence

Of an opulent tail, Undulant in some uncapturable curve Is he bronze chrysanthemums,

Copper leaf, hurried darting, Doubloons, icon-colored fins Troubling the water?