diary kinda blog. hi

the things that will eat me if i don’t say them, but i can’t say them to anyone. you don’t know me. even if you do, here, you don’t.

[creativespark]

Paul of Scotland, Destiny Is In Your Hands, 2020 pencil on white paper, 11.69"x16.54"

[apoemaday]

The plum you're going to eat next summer

by Gayle Brandeis

The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t exist yet; its potential lives inside a tree you’ll never see in an orchard you’ll never see, will be touched by a certain number of water droplets before it reaches you, by certain angles of light, by a finite amount of bugs and dust motes and hands you’ll never know. The plum you are going to eat next summer will gather sugar, gather mass, will harden at its center so it can soften toward your mouth. The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t know you exist. The plum you are going to eat next summer is growing just for you.

[effinbirds]

[mournfulroses]

Chu Shu-Chen, from a poem titled "Spring Joy," featured in Women Poets of China: an Anthology

[ribcagezz]

A list of my gods, my own religion

The god of honesty, solitude and crying on bathroom floors

The god of wind, thunder and lightning

The god of light beams, embers and noticing

The god of the dark and non-existence

The god of the sun, the chase and the thrill

The god of the moon, crickets and company

The god of screens and numbness

The god of the dirt, the smell of rain and worms

The god of the pit, familiar places and old bad habits

[ribcagezz]

Additionally:

10. The god of neon lights, traffic lights, and windows and drizzle.

[lycanpoetry]

i can change! / digital collage

all images sourced from wikipedia commons

[webweabings]

BE STRONG, BE BRAVE

Poem “Problem Area” (2016), in Last Sext, by Melissa Broder; // Unknown; // “The Waves” (1931), by Virgina Woolf; // “Notebooks” (2017), by Tennessee Williams; // “Fast Car” (1988), by Tracy Chapman; // “The American Crisis” (1776), by Thomas Paine; // Quote by @maplepecanpastry /// Stills from “Joan of Arc” (1948), by Victor Fleming, starring Ingrid Bergman

[uredrunk]

[ribcagezz]

A list of my gods, my own religion

The god of honesty, solitude and crying on bathroom floors

The god of wind, thunder and lightning

The god of light beams, embers and noticing

The god of the dark and non-existence

The god of the sun, the chase and the thrill

The god of the moon, crickets and company

The god of screens and numbness

The god of the dirt, the smell of rain and worms

The god of the pit, familiar places and old bad habits

[mortalityplays]

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

[weltenwellen]

yea

[megofwands]

“Curtain Call”

[lovecrumbss]

James Baldwin talking about love

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You

[papayajuan2019]

deep down i still feel like a street dog with mange. but it's okay. i still find warm concrete to lay on

[infectiouspiss]

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

[how2forgive]

Ahhhh i needed to hear this