[oaakland]

your eyes are cement through the phone

Holding my breath was never an option

you promised me everything

Hand written lullabies directly to my heart

stamped forever into my rib cage

tied with a knot for me and you

I made a home inbetween these lines babe

you can’t evict me

I have squatters rights! so tonight we’ll sleep in the same bed under the same covers

And you’ll remind me of why you will never want to be the man I need softly in my ear

and I’ll smile knowing that the truth of that would never satisfy the ache you created in my bones

[oaakland]

my chest feels like towers crashing when I’m with you

[pansylair]

ceramic grubs in their gribs (grub cribs) receiving their legs and soon to get more decor and become grub effigies

[gothredy]

[unusual-suspects]

colorshow glassworks

[dearparentheses]

Paul Evans

[warmfigure]

[ambarrvioleta]

[lamignonette]

[liivn]

Three Barn Owls at a quatrefoil church window. Photographer: Richard Brooks. Date: July 2009. Shot at a local church in North Norfolk, England.

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Apartment Dwellers on New Year's Eve (1948) John Falter

[oldpaintings]

Wishing you a year filled with strength, courage, and fulfillment.

[sharpenededges]

[requiem-on-water]

“The Split Man” by Victor Langheld, at Victor's Way sculpture park, County Wicklow, Ireland.

[sahlesummerhill]

[santanabellas]

[bodhrancomedy]

Look, it’s a weird hill to die on, especially when I don’t really explain, but children deserve to experience fear, disgust, and discomfort in safe scenarios where they can process those sensations.

Media for children used to be scary and that’s important.

[calleido]

[katgecs]

from “Everywhere At the End of Time” by Brendon Burton