Luke Abrahams
almost home
Three Goblin Art
macklin celebrini has autism
we're not kids anymore.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
todays bird
dirt enthusiast
Stranger Things

oozey mess
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

shark vs the universe
d e v o n
Cosimo Galluzzi
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sade Olutola

Origami Around
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

ellievsbear
trying on a metaphor
One Nice Bug Per Day

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@explosive-bones
Luke Abrahams
Heads Up Please
“At night, when the moon sprinkles its light, you come to me – stop at my bedside and with your hand in this coffin body greedily search for my soul.”
— Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska, from A Tale of Three Witches (tr. by Barbara Bogoczek & Tony Howard)
“You, the sweet-mouthed monster with the mournful eyes!”
— Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska, from About Her (tr. by Barbara Bogoczek & Tony Howard)
“calm stars rain down from heaven, kind stars rain down from heaven and somewhere snow dies on snow…”
— Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska, from Berceuse (tr. by Barbara Bogoczek & Tony Howard)
Pedro Salinas, from “To live my life”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)
“and you were gazing at me, more than gazing — my gaze was dreaming you, and yours was dreaming me.”
— Pedro Salinas, from “Tell me”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)
“The grief of the moon was extinguished we were again together in the night”
— Faiz Ahmad Faiz, from Ghazal (tr. by Agha Shahid Ali)
Romy Schneider pendant la répétition de ’Dommage qu'elle soit une putain’
Heinrich Heine, from “The world is so fair” (tr. by Hal Draper)
yall when lemony snicket was like “I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp...I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled” and then when he was like “I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw and the long slender spoon between our lips and fingers respectively” and then when he was additionally like “I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go”......that shit was CRAZY
“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”
— Lemony Snicket / The Beatrice Letters
“Fly high, my baby bird, My angel, my only.”
— Louis Sachar, from Holes
“But if we make of tenderness a countervailing force, the two of us— // If we can make, from tenderness, a revolution—”
— — Carl Phillips, from “Fixed Shadow, Moving Water,” Then the War