I am an exclamation point
always bent in thought
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.

JBB: An Artblog!

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trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka

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@probablyhumanquestionmark
I am an exclamation point
always bent in thought
being a little handsy
masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved
these are all creatures to me
Angel of War, angular and strange, gleaming silver and gold, Angel of Wonder, pure and one-eyed, looking to stars new and old, Angel of Harvest, simple and hidden, bring nature's sweetness to all, Angel of Health, mysterious and fine, beacon when life starts to fall, Angel of the Deep, crooked and cage-like, guide us across the sea, Angel of Solace, protect us from evil, lead us to where we are free.
Was inspired by the previous post a while back, and had been working on this on and off for a long while.
You can see the full-resolution versions on My Patreon.
I love all of these. The angel of the the deep's wings are canvas, held up by an anchor. The angel of war's wings are blades, and its shield is a coffin. The angel of solace is a mutant, its arms deforming into wings. Geiger counter in hand, it guides us through the danger only it knows. Was this angel once a man? Corrupted now beyond hope, he can at least save others from the same fate.
this shit is so incredibly cool that i cannot and refuse to attempt to properly articulate it
Messages from the dead space
of the internet led to
nervous martinis led to
a feeling like fate
& then
I found you in
a space that felt forbidden
a friday afternoon kind of space
where sin is not committed
it’s savored
every day i get my heart ripped out & every day i simply just continue
I wonder if I
Can learn to hold myself in
Less violent ways
—Frida Kahlo
Disappear for some time, work on yourself, return unrecognizable.
me. me when a poem says something ive felt before
the maids, jean genet (trans. bernard frechtman) // elektra, sophokles (trans. anne carson).
‘melt’
Safia Elhillo, from Girls That Never Die: Poems; “Orpheus”
[Text ID: “My body is something / I have worn / for other people.”]
I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST ...
I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED.
valentine's day should be about blood