d e v o n
Not today Justin
No title available
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Love Begins
will byers stan first human second
Janaina Medeiros
Stranger Things
dirt enthusiast
Kaledo Art
No title available
NASA
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
todays bird
Kiana Khansmith
Product Placement
$LAYYYTER
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle
almost home
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Cyprus
seen from Italy
seen from France
seen from China
seen from Lithuania
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Germany
@fallingfixture
my to-do list before i start writing:
i. figure out an icon style
ii. make an info dump post
iii. writing samples
iv. metas and studies.. actually outline them for once you fuckin walnut..
so i decided that i will make a multimuse pretty soon because that's the only way my attention span works
my to-do list before i start writing:
i. figure out an icon style
ii. make an info dump post
iii. writing samples
iv. metas and studies.. actually outline them for once you fuckin walnut..
my to-do list before i start writing:
i. figure out an icon style
ii. make an info dump post
iii. writing samples
iv. metas and studies.. actually outline them for once you fuckin walnut..
looks kinda dusty here 😳
“There is something quite dreamy and frightening about consuming oneself. I call it unspoken tenderness.”
— Takuboku Ishikawa, from “Romaji Diary & Sad Toys,” published c. 1985 (via violentwavesofemotion)
— ask meme : RICHARD SIKEN, THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT.
you have been watched from a distance for some time now and now you are being watched from even farther away.
you’d like to believe it’s true. who wouldn’t?
just because a thing’s invisible doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
you close your eyes and nothing happens.
let me in, i’m still here, hello hello, you know me, you know…
i could pretend i’m speaking to everyone — assume a middle distance and transcend myself — but i’m talking to you and you know it.
where did you just go?
it doesn’t always matter where we are but here i am and i say hello.
you would like it here. maybe you would like it here. i think that maybe you would like it here.
when i try to guess your trajectory i end up telling my own story.
i love you sideways daily.
i’ve been rereading your story. i think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay.
we dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up.
sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
so here we are again: me being here and you being off the map.
do you have a human soul and can you prove it?
a robot can do the math. a robot can spit out an answer. people, they make it up as they go along.
i had a tape recorder. i poked and prodded.
i’ve been warned that i’m not supposed to threaten or beg for pieces of someone’s soul.
you said if people wanted to change the world, they would.
too bad for them. i want something else.
you know how i am. i push too hard. i get ahead of myself.
i’m learning how to be gentle.
love, love, go ahead and have another plate of it, it doesn’t run out.
of course, i wonder if you love me back, which is, really, besides the point.
sure, we invent each other. we agreed to that a long time ago.
here is a place for it to happen. a place where i can love you.
♡ . ﹚ @adeloes .
HUNGER . . . gnaws at her as if an instinct drenching her teeth — she wants to giggle , & it comes out with a purposed stammer ; her teeth are [ sharp ] right THERE !! & IT’S THIS TERRIBLE AGITATION DRESSING HER BONES : “ my mother is being a witch [ also see : wench ] , she wants me home early . ” her tooth latches onto tongue , & she considers this failing concept of spring a joke worth consuming . HER EYES ARE WITH A LIGHT , & she doesn’t feel it past her face . & when her hands reach , they stutter / stop ( IT’S IN HER BLOOD : IT’S PULLING HER HAIR !! ) .
like this for a starter, brethren 😔
i take this picture of myself. and cut out the face.
and when my father found the teeth in my mouth behind the house, in the bird’s nest... there was a funeral in my hair... my eulogy in the mirror...
my father erased that, too.
“Don’t desert me, don’t be horrified at me. You know what I am.”
— Charlotte Brontë, in a letter to Ellen Nussey, c. 1837
THIS IS OUR SCIENCE, ASTRONAUTALIS, 2011
‘ Tell me where you’re going with that knife in your hand. ’
‘ See, I don’t trust your smile. ’
‘ When I die, bury me with crossed arms underneath the tree up in the back yard. ’
‘ I’m gonna die. So are you. ’
‘ To you, this is as crazy as it gets. ’
‘ We ain’t tough … we just deal with whatever comes up. ’
‘ You can waste your time tossing blades of grass at the wind. Or you could swing fists. ’
‘ I can see you want so clearly to kiss her. ’
‘ Our work is never done. ’
‘ That’s the way that I live. ’
‘ Tell me what you’re thinking. What have you got planned?’
‘ When us good guys die, we hope those that survive can spin a solid lie. ’
executioner: say thy last words, wench
me: [head in guillotine] don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe
casually call people “human” to unsettle them and make them question what sort of being you are
physically i’m here but mentally i’m floating face down in a river
James Tate, Selected Poems
@liminal-core
