I hurt, but I suppose I don't.

"Optimism is the Madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable." - Volitaire

[feral-ballad]

Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Experience”

[typodescript]

[text: When I think of everything I've wanted I feel sick.]

[expressions-of-nature]

by Zhou Hong

[aestheticgoddess]

[rosieandthemoon]

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[rosieandthemoon]

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[templetv-deactivated20260211]

hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards

[metamorphesque]

musings on June

1. anne sexton (“the truth the dead know”), 2. anne sexton (“suicide note poem”), 3. mary oliver (“august”), 4. l.m. montgomery (“anne of the island”), 5. morgan parker (“the black saint & the sinner lady & the dead & the truth”), 6. found poems: sylvia plath / peter k. steinberg (“percy key among the narcissi”) artwork by hugo grenville

[maureen2musings]

Wildflower season has arrived in the PNW

throughdarkforests

[sproutlett]

if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing

[life-spire]

[expressions-of-nature]

Sagres, Portugal by Luca Severin

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Olive Higgins Prouty written c. 1950, featured in The Collected Letters

[feral-ballad]

Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Burn Lake 4”

[yanushkaa]

[derangedrhythms]

Gemma Files, There is No Death, There are No Dead: Tales of Spiritualism Horror; from ‘Haunt Me’

[julaibib]