witness me.

bum | she/her | 24

[neutrofer-moved-back-for-a-whil]

i love mechanic pencils ... the elegance of a pen and the kindness of a pencil

[the-bar-sinister]

So, the other day, when I was discussing AO3's policy on solicitation, a tumblr user came at me saying that AO3's "no monetization/solicitation" rules were "bullshit" because nexus mods allows fan created mods to get paid.

Look at me.

Look at me right now.

AO3 protects you.

AO3 protects you and your works. 

It protects your works from copyright strikes and DCMA takedowns.

It protects your work from advertisers.

It protects your work from overzealous legal challenges.

It protects your right to post adult content.

AO3 is non-profit and AO3 will never try to use you or your work to make a profit for themselves and AO3 will go to bat for you if someone tries to legally challenge you or your works.

Please respect AO3 and its mission.

[sacred-portal]

[bunjywunjy]

occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

egg

[wraether]

i drew it

[monstrousregiment2-deactivated2]

hey I hope you dont mind I also painted your egg

[kiunlo]

i also painted the egg hope that's ok

[yellow-cat]

i heard we were painting egg?

[rhube]

I love how this shows how real artists drawing a thing aren't just representing the thing, but showing you what THEY found beautiful in it.

[geodethecrow]

hope I'm not too late to paint egg! watercolors :)

[pipsqueaks-human-errors]

i too have drawn the egg

[sketchyelvenasss]

[kamil-a]

heres my egg

[queen-susans-revenge]

Love every single one of these eggs. No yeah of course it's still okay to write your vampire story or whatever, even if a thousand people have done it before you. Your art will still be uniquely yours and people will find something fresh in your perspective. Paint your egg.

[malefixium]

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

[sanctiifyed]

i've been having dark dreams

inspired by the lottienat edit ever GO WATCH IT

[felinepurrrstory]

From Ursula K. Le Guin’s Cat Dreams. Illustrated by S. D. Schindler.

[unchildhood]

ANNE CARSON

‘The Glass Essay’ from Glass, Irony, and God (1994);

personal photos, original edit

[cosmonautroger]

monday

[whatcoloristhatcat]

black with low white spotting

[luthienne]

I don't really use tumblr anymore, but i still log in time to time and come to your blog to read poetry to hopefully rekindle the dying light inside of me. I hope I'm able to write again soon for the longing is nearly unendurable. I hope you're doing well. <3

i feel what you mean so deeply. i hope that you find it (that it finds you) again so soon <3 i wanted to share this email from louise glück:

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

[kropotkindersurprise]

James Baldwin, talking about living his life based on observable fact, instead of white liberal promises. [link]

[soracities]

when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”

[softspringsolace]

when andrea gibson said “i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.” & when ellen bass said “to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it”

[typewriter-worries]

when james baldwin said, “this is why one must say yes to life and embrace it wherever it is found-and it is found in terrible places; nevertheless, there it is;”

[queerpontmercy]

when Mary Oliver said “it is a serious thing / just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world”

[whatthehekko]

when Joan Didion, on using her fine china for everyday meals, said “because today is all there is.”

[weltenwellen]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, "Extracting the Stone of Madness", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

[valtsv]

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

[valtsv]

it's rotten work but decay is an essential part of the cycle of death and rebirth

[ninepatch]

i love the feeling of getting “clearer” as you get older, like with each year there’s less room for messing around or pretending or playing a game with something you know deep in your heart is not right for you. it’s like your brain just gets better and better at cutting you off as you consider something and tells you “no that is not for me” before you can jump in. and it’s not as if things get more serious, but the opposite. you have freedom in giving yourself more and more permission to purposefully live life and go after whatever you want and to love freely knowing that things are secure in your heart and mind.. at least when i am struggling i know that the “clearing” is really what’s happening

[weltenwellen]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, "Extracting the Stone of Madness", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

[admitier]

[ID: A quote by Alejandra Pizarnik. It reads, "But don't speak of gardens. Don't speak of the moon. Don't speak of roses or the sea. Speak of what you know. Speak of the thing that rings in the marrow, that plays in your eyes with shadow and light. Speak of the endless ache in your bones. Speak of vertigo. Speak of respiration and of desolation and of your treason. It's so dark, so silent, this process that grips me. Just speak of the silence." End ID.]