catullus 58b

i like poetry and literature

[galacticjonah]

Fix your hearts or die.

You know how many of us joke that Pride month should be followed by Wrath? Well, this year I feel a deep, burning fury towards all who use transgender lives as political propaganda, bargaining chip or something to be debated and decided on without any of us in the room.

We are human beings. You cannot erase us.

Happy Pride. Trans liberation at any cost.

[kayrastune]

"Pressing" by me

[kayrastune]

Nicole Adabunu, "God gets caught uncontrollably sobbing in his hands"

[communistkenobi-archive]

the actual reason I consume mediocre media is because I have bad taste. the deeper secret pretentious reason is because I think there’s something very revealing about bad media that you don’t get with good media. when you watch a poorly executed plot point unfold, you see the machinery behind it. you see the gap between what’s actually on screen and the true goal the author is striving for. if it’s particularly awful, you can even measure just how poorly mismatched the author’s skills are with the story they’re trying to tell you. watching a poorly executed narrative play out feels like you’re discovering something, because you see all the wiring and guts underneath that better authors hide from you, in the same way that movies hide boom mics and books make you forget you’re turning the pages. if a story is good and executed well you just see the story. but I want to see the guts and wires!

[communistkenobi-archive]

also I like complaining a lot

[kayrastune]

My love is hopeless like a stillborn baby,

Like a dry seed from a long-dead tree,

Lost inside the chaos

Like my poetry.

Like a draft I will never finish,

Yet that I still carry with me

In all its sadness,

In all its loneliness,

Among the flowerless

Cherry blossom trees.

[kayrastune]

Sweet Lady Moon on the sky,

Sparkling in white among the blue:

You don't know me, neither do I,

Yet even in the day, I look for you.

Even as the sky ripens at the edges,

Even as the Sun rises from the bottom,

Even as the sadness in me stretches,

I watch you there, divine and solemn.

[kayrastune]

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

[kayrastune]

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

[kayrastune]

Stephen Crane, "In the Desert"

[cryptonature]

Long ago, a stone felt a tingle on its skin. Moss. A new feeling. A green feeling. The granite spoke of ages in the heat of deep Earth. The moss sang the taste of sunlight and the softness of salamander bellies. They named one another. And told those names to no one at all.

[byjove]

Your boyfriend starts mumbling in Latin in his sleep and it scares the hell out of you but upon translation he’s introducing himself, inquiring on the price of grain, attempting to sell dormice, brainstorming silly Saturnalia gift ideas. In his sleep he somehow becomes a 1st century BC plebeian, of modest means but with a pleasant outlook on mundane life.

[deep-state-partisan]

[thestuffedalligator]

It is November of 1893. You have just killed a vampire. Exhausted and worn, you close your eyes and rest.

You wake up. It is May of 1893. You are on a train en route to Transylvania. Your diary says you have had queer dreams lately.

You try to believe it.

(An old woman puts a rosary in your hands. You accept it without question.)

You are a guest in a castle you have never been in before (you recognize every hallway and know without trying that every door is locked). Your host is a man you have never met before (you killed him you killed him you killed him he had turned to dust and there was blood on the snow).

One morning you cut yourself while shaving.

There is nobody behind you in the pocket mirror’s reflection.

You turn fast, and the razor is like a Kukri knife in your hand.

[evydraws]

Seven years ago we all went through the flames; and the happiness of some of us since then is, we think, well worth the pain we endured. Jonathan Harker

art zine & prints | digital version

[evydraws]

It's November 6

[hymnoeides]

Apollo rkgk！！

Have the line art itself too bc I think they’re pretty nice :3

[kayrastune]

Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy