[rainingonteardrops]

Welcome to my blog I’m filled with sadness and I yearn to be kissed on the neck

[processes]

minimalist pencil sketches of cats by Shou Xin (手訫)

substack

[dreaminterlude]

we’re never making it out of the labyrinth

[fleshwires]

Crash 1886 where they are aroused by carriage collisions

[monsillage]

[totallyfuckd]

From Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace by David Lipsky.

[requiem-on-water]

Wind from the Sea (1947) by Andrew Wyeth

[desertislandcomics]

Same. Edie Fake from Gaylord Phoenix 8, published by the crucial Pegacorn Press

[aemperatrix]

[metamorphesque]

Miss you. Would like to grab that chilled tofu we love. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

[metamorphesque]

"Nature Morte.", Joseph Brodsky (tr George L. Kline)

[metamorphesque]

I often think about how Armenian poet Hovhannes Shiraz, known as the "singer of mothers", refused to restore his house after his mother’s passing. You see, his mother was blind and relied heavily on the wall for support with every step she took, leaving behind the soft traces of her weathered hands. These marks, faint yet existent, were all that remained of her, and Hovhannes could not bring himself to erase them.

I often think about this.

[metamorphesque]

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell.

You, Carol Ann Duffy

[metamorphesque]

"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[projectiondepartment]

every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation

[projectiondepartment]

this one btw

[boykeats]

[ID: poem titled "Rain," which reads,

"Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute.

Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning.

Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes."

/end ID]

[deathsconsciousness]

lingua ignota "caligula" 2019

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Mystery! - Opening titles by Edward Gorey and Derek Lamb (1980)

[thaliawashere]

I do an eerily accurate impression of the fainting damsel on the parapet.