Poetry is trying to make art with words.

Mariah, a 25 year old queer woman, navigating the world one line at a time. Follow this blog for a collection of #prompts, #quotes, #poems, #inspiration and my original work. (Mainblog:beastlessbeauty)

[kiramalibu]

the only time she feels at peace

is when she falls asleep

and this is why she longs to do so forever

the world is too harsh for her to breathe

and she doesn’t know how to cure

her depression or satisfy her needs

her brain doesn’t even allow her

to have beautiful dreams

in her sleep, she’s just floating

it seems to be the only time she

doesn’t feel like drowning

kira malibu

[euesworld]

"She is like a good book, you want to thumb through her thoughts for hours and dive deep inside of her.. to open each individual page, to feel everything she has to offer. You want to own her, but you can't own the imagination.. she is deep, thoughtful, and she makes you reflect on life. If there were a book like her, it would be the greatest book of all time.. easily your favorite. Don't take her words with a grain of salt, each word meant for your heart.. she is very much like a good book, and we all know good books are hard to find. The kinds that change your life at will, on a whim, and they hit you right in the chin with feels.."

If she were a book, she would never leave my hands - eUë

[chucklingpecan]

The internal

circuits

are perfect

Touch me

there

I feel it

here

[fairydrowning]

– Written by "jay.writes.poetry" on Instagram

[TEXT ID: Intimacy is...

being understood. going to bookstores together. knowing glances. being your goofy, weird self around them. having someone who doesn't make you feel dumb for not knowing about certain things, sharing childhood memories. sharing your past. being with someone who patiently listens to even the most mundane stuff. "i believe in you." finding someone who doesn't mind staying home on weekends. finishing each other's sentences. "i got your favourite snack." feeling at home within their arms. reading their zodiac signs along with yours. when you feel deeply seen and heard by them. "this song reminds me of you." being each other's go to person. quality time. being vulnerable with them. admitting your fears. being honest and upfront about what you want. having someone who supports you in the things you're passionate about. being appreciated for all the tiny details that make up who you are. END ID]

[serotinals]

[takethisride]

having a funny partner makes life 100 times better

- takethisride

[quotemadness]

“I’m better than you think. I’m even better than I think I am.”

— Dave Eggers

[jessielefey]

Apparently I badly want to go on my “stop making fun of plague doctors, they were ahead of their time and doing the best they could with the primitive equipment they had available” rant.

[jessielefey]

They weren’t stupid.

They shoved herbs in their breathing hose because they knew the air was bad and hoped it would help, and *they were right* in theory. The plague itself was not an airborn virus, but they couldn’t know that and it wasn’t the only thing killing people at the time anyway, and they covered *all* their bases. If they’d had the technological knowhow to make air tanks, or even better air filters, they would’ve. They just made the best air filters they could.

What we think they wore isn’t exactly what they wore, and what they actually wore would later be repurposed into scuba suits (and thus spacesuits too) and *actual hazmat suits*, because the theory was sound, the materials were just lacking, and honestly what they did with the materials they had was hardcore.

they wore full face protection which avoids the most obvious mucosal transmission routes

INCLUDING GLASS IN THE EYEHOLES. They invented safety goggles before most of the world had nailed down corrective eye glasses yet

they wore additional head protection to cover seams in their mask/hoods

they oiled and waxed all their clothes to make it fluid-resistant

they wore separate but tight fitting equally if not more fluid-resistant gloves and/or armcuffs so they could keep hand contamination to a minimum even when dressing/undressing AND they only wore the suit in areas they thought was contaminated and took it off before entering uncontaminated areas

they may have used herbed vinegar to clean, and if the stories are true this was clever because 1) it’s available and portable 2) pretty effective as far as medieval disinfectants go versus the damage it does the the user (as opposed to what they had for bleach at the time, and the actual percentage level in alcohols at the time which was mostly insufficient for task as well as being needed for more important things); vinegar is *still* a decent disinfectant even now

It honestly took doctors well into the twentieth century to get that level of obsessive attention to hygiene and cross-contamination back. A whole lot of babies and mothers wouldn’t’ve died, for instance, if a plague doctor instead of an obstetrician supported the birth because A PLAGUE DOCTOR WOULD KNOW TO WASH THEIR GODDAMNED HANDS.

Actual plague doctor’s outfits:

[michaelbogild-deactivated202503]

“Her soul’s the grace of the soft spring moon… her beauty the stars so perfectly strewn…across the great dome of a tender night…and I see them shine too…in her magical eyes”

—

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre

[local-decadent]

[text ID: “July nights are short; soon after midnight, dawn comes.” End ID.]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“My heart isn’t for everyone. It feels everything and that scares some people, so they run before I bleed out. Not everyone can handle my heavy heart that holds pieces of everything I have loved … So be it.”

— Stephanie Bennett-Henry

[brw]

[id; a tweet by nathan bernhardt @jonberhardt: "why do marvel movies do so much stuff in CGI surely they could have just had wardrobe-" makeup and wardrobe is a union crew. the CGI animation sweatshop is not. it really is that simple. end id/]

[adhd-hippie]

This is probably why Cats was a CGI nightmare. Rather than higher a costume designer to re-imagine the leggings and fur hats for a modern audience. Which would have required hiring union work people to make the hundreds of costumes they'd have needed they just CGI ed some cat fur onto their actors.

Did the CGI team do their best and give it their all, probably. But they shouldn't have been hired. They shouldn't have been put in a position of making costumes and worlds and extras, and, and, and. They should have been hired for what CGI is best at, special effects when physical special effects aren't possible and the rest should've been left to physical craftspeople.

There's nothing wrong with CGI when used sparingly and married with physical effects and costumes to enhance the realness of the world but when you plop some actors in morph suits on a green screen set and just replace everything with CGI your movie sucks.

Compare the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings and you'll understand what I mean.

CGI people deserve a union, deserve respect, and deserve not to be treated as an isnta movie factory. They deserve to be allowed to hone their craft and dedicate time and energy to creating the kind of world-building effects we all know and love.

[thelearnedwobbly]

Oh hey this makes Hollywood's obsession with CGI suddenly make a lot more sense huh.

[perfectquote]

“I feel strong. Not strong enough to face myself, but strong enough to keep going.”

— James Frey

[just-shower-thoughts]

If we lived forever, we would obsess about how to not live forever.

[lifewithoutcosette-deactivated2]

[thebibliosphere]

As much as I mildly despair about the functionality of Tumblr, I’m forever grateful we don’t have the creative interface of other social media platforms. 

I keep seeing youtubers talking about how the new algorithm on their creative dash is so detrimental to their mental health, both in terms of how they feel about themselves as creators and the content they make—dreading to find out their performance rating, regardless of whether they enjoyed it or not. And it’s the same across multiple other platforms, TickTock, Facebook, Instagram. Fuck, I’ve even seen people with business accounts complaining on Twitter.

And then there’s Tumblr. Where sometimes you can’t find your own posts even though you know you tagged it, time stamps are hidden in the ellipses at the top right hand corner of the post, your bread recipe keeps getting flagged as porn, too much punctuation causes asks not to send, and checking your activity feed causes the app to crash. You want to know your trending numbers? You want to know what’s performing well? Fuck you, guess.

[thebibliosphere]

18k notes, and 99.999% of them are people finding out we have time stamps.

[taquito]

fog is just a rlly big land ghost

[mindfulwrath]

In four billion years, there have been many continents that died.

You’ve heard of the famous ones–Pangaea, proud monolith; Laurasia, home of dinosaurs–but there were others, so many, many others. The grand march of time swallowed islands whole, scraped them up like residue from the baking pan of the world.

Everything has a soul. Everything remembers.

Gondwana floats gently over London now, remembering when the world was hot and green. She loves the lights. There were no lights, when she was alive. There were no lights when the world was so hot and green.

Rodinia settles onto the dry Atacama, bringing moisture from the sea. She moves much faster now, unhindered by gravity and friction, slipping through the walls of this new house. The walls are always moving, yet she stays, floating in and out, bringing moisture.

Vaalbara, eldest and most fire-born, sneaks in tendrils and wisps over her old haunting grounds. Her bones are buried in the outback, ancient cratons resting unrotted through all the fearsome gnawing of time. She likes the summers here. The heat reminds her, so faintly, of what it was like to be born. In the wildfires, she sees the magma oceans of her youth.

Everything has a soul. Everything remembers.