[huariqueje]

Dawning - John Moore , 2024.

American, b. 1941 -

Oil on canvas ,  46 x 46 in.

[soracities]

Mia Mingus, from "Moving Toward the Ugly: A Politic Beyond Desirability" [ID'd]

[havingapoemwithyou]

Poll worker by Rhiannon McGavin

[holybeings]

I love birds. Reasons for living. Little earth choir everyday are you kidding? Beautiful. Indebted and lucky for it.

[948]

ceramic matcha bowls by mimikiko.home

[havingapoemwithyou]

Prayer by Marie Howe

[victusinveritas]

This is a real picture taken by photographer Keinichi Ohno. It's a single photo of a bird standing at the edge of some water with a wall and its reflection creating a fascinating optical illusion.

[bey]

i think it’s cute when someone texts you after hanging out just to say they had fun with you, idk little things like that are sweet to me

[pavlover-boy]

happy canada day. please consider donating to an indigenous-led charity. fuck colonialism.

indian residential school survivors society (BC)

toronto indigenous harm reduction (ON)

native women's resource centre of toronto (ON)

water first (nationwide)

indspire (nationwide)

miskanawah (AB)

ma mawi wi chi itata centre (MB)

manitoba indigenous cultural education centre (MB)

native women's shelter of montreal (QC)

native friendship centre of montreal (QC)

first light (NL)

list of indigenous charitable organizations sorted by cause (nationwide)

[havingapoemwithyou]

Prayer for werewolves by Stephanie Burt

[finalgirlguy]

elitrea fry jimenez, photographed by chloe sherman in the 90s

[romancenjoyer]

i love chen chen

[loreleywrites]

you solve the mystery of what to have for dinner one night and you think "hell yeah case closed forever" WRONG there is a dinner mystery the next night too

[miamaimania]

One bird, still perched. ⊡ Linen and wool hanging fragment · Egypt, c. 200–642 AD · Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto

[joeinct]

Malecón Habanero, Cuba, Photo by Raúl Cañibano, 2006

[giragirameganedan]

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water