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Linda and Paul McCartney's horses sharing a little kiss, 1990s. Photo taken by their daughter, Mary McCartney.
Thinking about a girl I grew up with who spun her dog's fur into yarn, then knitted gloves out of the yarn and how all the other kids made fun of her mercilessly for it.
And how she's now used those gloves for over thirty winters and each time she puts them on, she gets to pet her beloved dog's fur even though Ginger is long gone. And how even though her bones have long since been swallowed by the earth, Ginger is still protecting her owner from the cold.
Just an ancient pact, passed down from the earliest dogs that slept beside humans to keep us warm, continuing on for decades after one of their deaths.
amir khusrow (1253–1325 CE)
This is back on my dash! And listen, I love to see Amir Khusrau getting appreciation, but this translation ignores a lot. The original rhymes! And scans! And does playful things with register! And conveys a tone of affectionate banter between the two speakers, not least because it has them both addressing each other as sakhi (translated above as “girl”) in the last two lines. I think taking some liberties with line order is worth it to preserve more of the rest—and I think there’s a better translation of sakhi. And so:
He only visits once a year, I splurge big on him when he’s here, His kisses make my tastebuds tango. Who, bitch, your man? Nah, bitch, a mango.
Nishiyama Hoen, Insect Procession,
detail, ink and color on silk, 1851
“they’re just looking at each other” you could not begin to understand the complexities involved in looking at each other
Really where am i suposed to go if i want to have sex with a beautiful fat transgender man but we’re both cavemen and we’re in a cave and its raining outside and it’s dark and cold but we are keeping eachother warm also i can feel his heartbeat around my fingers
in my high school a few years ahead of me there was a polyamorous girl named luna who was dating a guy and a girl and the girl was named (i swear to god this is her birth name) marea. they were named moon and tide and they were lesbian lovers. i thought it was the most romantic fated thing ever as a tiny baby queer it would make me sigh in adoration. the boyfriend's name was frank
Sky full of stars.
Following a successful lunar flyby, the Artemis II astronauts captured this breathtaking photo of our galaxy, the Milky Way, on April 7, 2026. via NASA
starting a series I’m calling “Stuff I like in Baseball”
The big stretch the first baseman has to do to catch the ball and remain on base
When a pitch rolls away and the catcher has to look all threatening at the base runners when he gets it
When the batter strikes out so bad and he can tell
When the fielder gives up trying to catch the home run ball
When the second baseman tries to catch a ball twenty feet above him
more to come
im gonna cry this person is so sweet to their fish
Salman Toor (Pakistani, 1983), The Reader, 2022. Oil on linen, 18 x 24 in
washed out days
would you like to be old friends? maybe meet again in a decade or so? stumble into the same corner of the world by happy, human accident? look at me like you know me? like all the love we had was just on stand by, waiting to be fallen back into, waiting for permission to wake up, like the dormant volcano we are? pick each other back up again like a well loved, well forgotten book? would you like to be old friends? would you like to remember me a little?
Smiling Crocodiles. Isabel De Obaldia. Glass.