all flowers in time bend towards the sun

abt • 30s • they/them

[leatherhaikuplasticvenus]

joan of arc filet lace pattern, 1913

[butchorder]

Butch & Butch Bait, Manchester, 2026

[alleani]

Young Gazbia Sirry and her cigarettes.

@oursapphirestars i just remembered these pictures exist

[weepingwidar]

Gazbia Sirry (Egyptian, (1925) - Houses on the Nile (late 1970s-early 1980s)

[omtai]

Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else

[plusbelleplanete]

my wife keeps making me read abandoned WIPs from three to five years ago can someone tell them to stop they won't listen to me and i can't take reading so many pieces that will never be complete

[plusbelleplanete]

the way i was losing sleep, sick to my stomach, worried every day abt my family friend in dahiyeh with her husband and babies and she eventually made it out when flights were operating from beirut again and now she's in the strait of homruz... i'm not even exaggerating... my friend is a journalist okay but still i was so shocked when i found out

[b0nkcreat]

eyes emoji was the perfect invention for nosy people. like 👀 whats going on over here 👀👀 i just wanna know #LetMeKnow 👀👀👀

[spiderbitesandvampirevenom]

can we bring back the term "fair-weather friend" bc I feel like if fair-weather friends got called that more this whole argument about whether or not you should be there for your friends when it's inconvenient/at what point of personal inconvenience it's ok to bail on your friends would kinda fall apart bc like. we literally have a word for "friend who's only there when you don't need something from them" because the baseline expectation is that a friend should be there even when it sucks. like we used to make fun of people for bailing on their friends.

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

lie to me

[giveherswords]

Jenny Holzer, Black Book Posters, 1979

[vamptual]

me and my emotional support 15 minute song against the world

[plusbelleplanete]

applied to 10 jobs so far this week 🫠 one of them is at a company that i've been a fan of for nearly a decade... can someone PLEASE give me a job like goddamn PLEASE

[plusbelleplanete]

you know something is wrong w me bc my anxiety level rn now is as if i were being chased by a bear w an axe and not in the comfort of my living room

[plusbelleplanete]

got rejected 👍🏻

[plusbelleplanete]

the retreat i’m at is so insane bc we’re learning from people who are not only virtuosos but also walking human encyclopedias of musical knowledge and it’s the most humbling thing. they’re so warm and encouraging. but also serious bc they hold themselves and everyone else to high standards of excellence. anyways, yallah everyone get into traditional arabic music rn ‼️

[luxiomahariel]

thank you women with deep voices for being perfect

[plusbelleplanete]

life is good :)

[jomarchofficial]

the devil went down to oklahoma (1/3) - Motherland: Fort Salem, Sarah Alder/Nicte Batan, Western AU, T, 3.3k

Nicte Batan is stuck running her late father's boarding house, a crumbling building in the Oklahoma territory, when US Marshal Sarah Alder rides into town, with a fugitive warrant and an offer for some adventure.

Nicte rapped her knuckles on the marshal's door, and then, not hearing an answer and assuming that Alder had ventured out in search of bullets or otherwise, opened the door. The bedroom, to Nicte's surprise, was not empty—Alder stood by the bed in a state of undress, his trousers loose around his hips and shirt discarded to the side, but with bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. When he turned to look at Nicte, Nicte noticed—in spite of the muscular lankiness of his body—the soft slope of his shoulders and the curve of his hips, and that his hair was long, though pinned up tight against his crown, and she realized that he was not a he at all, but was in fact, a woman. “I’m so sorry,” Nicte said, feeling herself blush from head to toe. She dropped the linens in a heap on the bed and then stumbled backward, reaching out for the safety of the doorframe, but unable to look away.