
oozey mess

#extradirty
Jules of Nature
occasionally subtle
wallacepolsom
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies
hello vonnie

pixel skylines
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kaledo Art
RMH
Sade Olutola
$LAYYYTER
cherry valley forever

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Today's Document
KIROKAZE
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Not today Justin

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@exitwound
Hibiki
One of my favourite photos from my trip to Warsaw in 2006
By zhangyeeun via IG
I am a foetal amorphous exterior shield of melt kind of thing. Oh! I am thy foetal popsical. I am thy honeydew frozen dessert
I miss gideon nav
My Mother
by Frieda Hughes
They are killing her again. She said she did it One year in every ten, But they do it annually, or weekly, Some even do it daily, Carrying her death around in their heads And practising it. She saves them The trouble of their own; They can die through her Without ever making The decision. My buried mother Is up-dug for repeat performances.
Now they want to make a film For anyone lacking the ability To imagine the body, head in oven, Orphaning children. Then It can be rewound So they can watch her die Right from the beginning again.
The peanut eaters, entertained At my mother’s death, will go home, Each carrying their memory of her, Lifeless – a souvenir. Maybe they’ll buy the video.
Watching someone on TV Means all they have to do Is press ‘pause’ If they want to boil a kettle, While my mother holds her breath on screen To finish dying after tea. The filmmakers have collected The body parts, They want me to see. They require dressings to cover the joins And disguise the prosthetics In their remake of my mother. They want to use her poetry As stitching and sutures To give it credibility. They think I should love it – Having her back again, they think I should give them my mother’s words To fill the mouth of their monster, Their Sylvia Suicide Doll, Who will walk and talk And die at will, And die, and die And forever be dying.
My sapphic ass just missed the toilet bowl & slipped in the puddle & fractured muy hulking iron body & now im too crying to get up now theres bugs crawling on me everywhere cuz i spilled my slurpy on my shirt 5 days ago & they want the sugars stuck in it wich i dont even blame them for at all
(having a good week) that’s right. the goal is to increase my baseline. make the spirals shallower until they spin lazily on the surface of the water, lose their suction. im not trying to fix it all at once, im trying to incrementally improve my way into something tolerable. and once im there maybe i can shoot for good
(having a bad week) and in my terrible forge i will temper the flames of ruin
Halberd, Arms and Armor
Medium: Steel, wood
Gift of William H. Riggs, 1913 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY
http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/26672
Drain the pool, Andrés Gallardo Albajar
yes pleassseeee do your lesbian scifi fantasy short stories list
here are some recs not in any particular order! general heads up as per prev post that i do read a lot of (body) horror & toxic dynamics so please be mindful of checking cw !
immigrant girl from the end of the world - hannah yang
bride / butcher / doe - lowry poletti
archaeological evidence for the time traveler - tia tashiro
the name ziya - wen-yi lee
think of me before i disappear - raahem alvi
hungry daughters of starving mothers - alyssa wong
dead air - nino cipri
xianrenzhang - jiaqi kang
scream queen - julia armfield
horror story - carmen maria machado
bonus (comic) on a sunbeam - tillie walden
Harald Moltke Aurores boréales au-dessus de l'Islande , 1899
Cornelia Parker: ‘Subconscious of a Monument’ (2001) Earth excavated from underneath the Leaning Tower of Pisa