l'ombra del figlio esangue

Maybe birds will feel the air thinning as they fly deeper into themselves.

[wovi]

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sandra cisneros

[diabolicjoy]

‘A spotted flycatcher pair nesting in the palm of a statue’ (by Zsolt Semperger, original post here)

[redlipstickresurrected]

Youran Tang aka Sleell11 (Chinese, based Chaoyang District, Beijing, China) - 思绪 (Thoughts), 2022, Paintings: Digital Art

[pietroabelardo]

Every time I spend just a second thinking about how much the buckies loved each other my organs start to shut down. They were literally In Love. A war was going on and the most important thing in the world was the boy in front of you.

[dearaustinbutler]

Paris Fashion Week 2026

📸 by Kristy Sparow

[fawnvelveteen]

Pearl, diamond and plique-a-jour enamel Art Nouveau style ring, c1910.

[pietroabelardo]

This look really awakens something visceral in me. I feel like st Francis meeting the lepers.

[pietroabelardo]

Daily complaint is I cannot believe that in (quick internet search) 113 years of their existence we have not come up with a way for the little eraser on a mechanical pencil's cap to avoid disintegration &/or getting stuck once its too worn out. It's fine, though

[elexecution]

i got a new hairbrush today. diary entry of a girl from 1843. mama says a whole boar was killed to make this for me. think of that, dear journal. a whole boar slain for a little girl such as myself.

[swifty-fox]

come lay me low and love me clegan 7.5k

inspired by this textpost by @gydima

Years before Gale understands what arousal is, he watches two men grapple in an alley. 

It’s something to watch. Something to keep the sleep at bay for a few more minutes as their clothes rumple and their heels kick up dust. Mostly in shadow, Gale can only see because he’s been sitting in the dark for hours. Anyone walking by would likely think it’s no more than two alley cats sciffling. At first he thinks they’re drunk, settling a score started over a card table. Bodies pushing together then apart, soft panting noises like weeping. A crowd at their hips, hands in the mix grasping and pulling. 

Gale watches, breath a shallow ache in his chest and understands, through some sort of childish instinct, that this was something that should be kept a secret between him and the stars. 

thank you to @guessimherenowtoo for the betaaa

[gasparodasalo]

Visit Original Link

Domenico Scarlatti (1685-1757) - Violin Sonata in d-minor, K. 9. Arranged and performed by Tedi Papavrami, violin.

[the-mad-prince-of-denmark]

Sweet Smell of Success, 1957, dir. Alexander Mackendrick

[pietroabelardo]

This could be Bucky if the world was just & righteous

[pietroabelardo]

Once I get out of this predicament I will read&comment on most everything I'm sorry life gets in the way as usual.

[pietroabelardo]

Updates are in I've done one of the two things I needed to do and gave up on the other (it wasn't feasible but it's not a problem). Many are saying this was a blessing in disguise

[lilyflxwers]

ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

[pietroabelardo]

good look with whatever you have to do, I'll be patiently waiting for the clegan satc au!! what are you studying in your master's program?

Thank you!!!! The satc au will be a whole Thing because I've got diseases of the mind but it'll come. The seed has been planted etc. Have already written a stupid timeline for it, crazy!

As for my master's, the program itself is Historical sciences, but my focus is on the middle ages. People usually either think it's really cool or really tedious and the truth is that it's both!!

[swifty-fox]

Salt Drops, Chapter Eleven: as the tide comes in

He drags his hands over John’s chest, feeling the shift of skin, sinew, bone, the glitter of gray hair amongst the darker strands. He digs his nails in, weighing the shape of the man on top of him against the memories of a boy pressed flush behind him. He closes his eyes, hearing the sound of the storm outside. Like the crash of waves against a porthole window. Remembers with perfect clarity the overwhelming feeling of John against his back, skin to frozen skin, breath hot, the way he smelled of sweat and salt. How the crease of his elbow had tasted under Gale’s lips, parted just enough that he could hide the kiss in the middle of all the intense feeling. 

“Can you–” He catches himself, flushing hot with shyness. 

The words are spoken right up against John’s lips, garbled for how there’s hardly any room. They barely come out legible, but John hums curiously anyways. Gale swallows, audible and hating it as his chest clenches tight. He clears his throat slightly and tries again. “Can we–” 

John’s thumb traces over his cheek, from the corner of his eye down to the curve of his jaw, a soft, encouraging touch. Gale’s so hard he aches. He’s grateful for whatever ability John seems to have to read him, lids lowering with understanding. 

“Like last time,” he finally says to the soft room.

Thank you to @the-ghost-of-jason-todd for the edits!