
Janaina Medeiros

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

Origami Around
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Keni
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Cosmic Funnies
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Normal People | 1x11
TEEN WOLF 3.03 | Fireflies
Antonio Gómez Cros, The Birth of Venus (c. 1860) Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid — detail
Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet
if i can just die holding you if there can be no moment i wasn't no measure of it every second i am not touching you is a betrayal so much worse than his
Dayspring by Anthony Oliveira
“Now, our shared language is a gutted carcass and memory is the invisible monster cooing from the bottom of a deep well.”
— Shannon Hozinec, “Extinction,” published in Palette Poetry (via bostonpoetryslam)
Natalie Wee, from ‘Least of All’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines
[Image: A poem.
“I kneel into a dream where I/ am good & loved. I am/ good. I am loved. My hands have made/ some good mistakes. They can always/ make better ones.”]
on losing love
leo & catherine, the great // your love finds its way back, sierra demulder // holly warburton // ?, sue zhao // cassandra: a novel and four essays, christa wolf // ? /// ? // horoscope for the heartbroken, schuyler peck // i bet on losing dogs, mitski // war of the foxes, richard siken
yves saint laurent – jewel powder compact and lipstick
First, I took off my jacket, then my shirt, pants, shoes, underwear, then my skin, then my muscles, then my veins, nerves, cartilage, then I took off my bones. Finally I stood there where no one has ever seen me.
—Sean Singer, "My heart and my flesh sing", for Poetry Magazine
guy who thinks getting punched in the face will solve all his problems Postgame, Minnesota Wild @ Philadelphia Flyers, 18 Oct 2025
You are mine, I'm yours.
HUDUTSUZ SEVDA (2023)
Bloodhound // 5sos
Tamara Ralph