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@bloomzone

alonesomes

“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13] When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

— Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)

achilles-patroclus-comic

The first 8 pages of Achilles and Patroclus, written by James T. Washburn & illustrated by Chess Amadé Albaneze, a new queer graphic novel currently in production based on Homer's The Iliad.

Achilles and Patroclus was originally a play by James T. Washburn of @magpieartistsensemble, but Chess first encountered it as an opera in the Seattle Creation Lab of 2020-21. "I was in love with the text," they said. "The music too, but there was this intimate vulnerability between these characters that survived when blown up to a grand scale. It's hard to write like that. I was in love with the poetry of it all."

When James of Magpie sought to bring the text to visual life in the form of a graphic novel, he noted that "Magpie received a lot of artist applications for Achilles and Patroclus, but once we saw Chess's, there was no question in anyone's mind. Their work is visceral yet elegant - the perfect balance for a story where violence and tenderness intertwine."

lunamonchtuna

— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)

suigintou

if youre feeling suicidal that just means there are zero downsides to declaring yourself king and waging a campaign of conquest against the world you cannot bear to live in

metamorphesque

this is what it means to be human

Everything, Mary Oliver

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

The Orange by Wendy Cope

The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón

To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

mohish-ko

★ - Want any gum?

mallpretzles

Yes.

aletheyass

not to be all i told you so about ancestry tests but 23 and me went bankrupt and can now legally sell human genetic information to the highest bidder, as per their privacy policy which was signed by approx. 15 million test takers

junglejinn4322

im still mind blown that people really readily submitted their dna so they could be classed by ethnicity on paper permanently. like yeah theres no way this could go badly huh

endearmint

When the California biotech firm filed for bankruptcy, there was one looming question for customers: What's going to happen to my data?

king-shit-thembo

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

as much as I love portrayals of the sun and moon as a (lesbian) couple, the greeks were really on to something when they said "actually they're siblings who disapprove of each other's life choices"

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

everything I know about My Little Pony I have learned against my will

sapphic-luthor

i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.

make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.

gingerbug

step 1. get everyone in the world to want to fuck me

step 2. vow of celibacy

#Medusa core

bbybluemochi

[OC] i miss drawing my eldritch monster oc soooo bad 🐙

bcksbarnes

bucky hates early mornings, he much prefers late nights. the darkness. the quiet. he loves the roof on the top of his apartment building, it's the place he goes to when he needs a moment alone. though sometimes he had a tendency to get lost in himself and thoughts, so he'd wait for you to come get him.

you'd find him there one night when the world had settled for a few hours. he was sitting down on the gravel floor, watching the sky above.

the loud creak of the door from the stairs gave you away when you opened it, alerting bucky to your presence before you even stepped foot onto the roof.

he turned back to look at you, his eyes were heavy, a mix of emotions swirling in the baby blues.

"sit." he says, motioning you over to sit next to him.

once you sat down bucky would wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his chest. you'd get comfortable, your elbow resting on his thigh as you leaned into him, and he'd tuck your head under his chin.

while, most times it was comforting, like a warm blanket, when it was a night the two of you were fighting, the silence felt loud. and that night it was overpowering.

neither of you remembered what caused the argument, because it was stupid and mundane - though that was true, it did nothing to alleviate the heavy feeling you had in your chest whenever you fought with bucky.

"that's saturn," he whispers in your ear, finally breaking the silence that seemed to envelop both of you. his breath was warm on your skin, and you felt him hold you a bit closer to his side as he pointed to the sky.

it was usually hard to see clearly since the city lights made it exceptionally harder, so you weren't totally sure if he was right, but he'd take his time anyway pointing out different constellations and planets, the earlier tension fading.

you asked questions of the stories behind the names and bucky would try his best to remember the story, adding in details that were completely farfetched just to make you laugh. god, he loved that laugh.

"i'm sorry," you whisper to him, while he tells you the story of orion, the words tumbling out of your mouth quickly. you don't mean to cut him off while he's speaking, but you couldn't let another moment pass without telling him.

"me too," he whisper back, his metal hand finding yours in the dark and intertwining your fingers together. "i always am, even if i'm not good at saying it."

bucky would lean his head down and press a soft kiss to the top of your head, his touch was always a grounding reminder of the love you shared.