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6 years late to The Terror and pillaging blogs for past content so if you see me spelunking thru your tag… heyyyyyy
All "takes" on this blog reflect real policy that will come to pass in the dark era of my rule
okay what are some excellent recent poems
A. E. Stalling's vilanelle "Burned"
You cannot unburn what is burned. Although you scrape the ruined toast, You can’t go back. It’s time you learned The butter cannot be unchurned, You can’t unmail the morning post, You cannot unburn what is burned– The lovers in your youth you spurned, The bridges charred you needed most. You can’t go back. It’s time you learned Smoke’s reputation is well earned, Not just as an acrid, empty boast– You cannot unburn what is burned. You longed for home, but while you yearned, The black ships smoldered on the coast; You can’t go back. It’s time you learned That even if you had returned, You’d only be a kind of ghost, You can’t go back. It’s time you learned That what is burned is burned is burned.
ok because the other poll was bugging me:
How long have you been in tumblr?
less than 10 years
10-11 years
11-12 years
12-13 years
13-14 years
14-15 years
15-16 years
16-17 years
17-18 years
18+ years (???)
Bracketed according to the REAL tumblrina demographics. Reblog or whatever. Sample size or whatever.
guess what they’re doing
why would you do this to me
don't worry, they do this to him also
hmm. don't like that.
I am cracking open and joy is starting to pour in
Lee Van Cleef studies, because I couldn't resist drawing a man with such a magnificent nose 💔
Carl Gustav Carus
come along beloved i have found a most wonderful establishment… in it you pay to build a creature out of countless options, you are allowed to choose its voice and message (i have decided mine will say deranged things about you) then a servant sticks it in a machine that fills it up with its life force, a heart and even an artificial odour. then you must hug it so a piece of your soul is intertwined with the creature, daniel, and then you get to pick its clothes. the entire process reminded me of you, and how i filled you up with my lifeblood more than once, and chose your clothes, and how for years vampires could smell me on you through your amulet even after i was long gone and your memories of us together forgotten. … maybe if this build-a-bear had been around our separation would’ve been easier for me. i have decided. we shall each make a bear in the other’s image
okay what are some excellent recent poems
A. E. Stalling's vilanelle "Burned"
You cannot unburn what is burned. Although you scrape the ruined toast, You can’t go back. It’s time you learned The butter cannot be unchurned, You can’t unmail the morning post, You cannot unburn what is burned– The lovers in your youth you spurned, The bridges charred you needed most. You can’t go back. It’s time you learned Smoke’s reputation is well earned, Not just as an acrid, empty boast– You cannot unburn what is burned. You longed for home, but while you yearned, The black ships smoldered on the coast; You can’t go back. It’s time you learned That even if you had returned, You’d only be a kind of ghost, You can’t go back. It’s time you learned That what is burned is burned is burned.
Beasts - 19x15 cm paper, ballpoint pen
Constantly trying on different selves cause I hate who I am
the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous