every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made
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every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made
Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)Â - Houses in the Snow, Norway. 1895. Oil on canvas.
butterflies sucking fresh blood from a sock
He learned to make a fire in the woods, he says. As a child with awkward hands and fingernails bit down to the blood draw, he was a small intruder rustling through the brush. He shows me how he does it, in a cold house on a hill. An âXâ, a tower, a steeple, open it up and see all the people. I watch solemnly from the collapsing couch and bend my bare toes forwards and backwards till they might break. The little flame isnât taking. I watch it hard and I will it to grow. I first tense the arches of my feet, my calves, my thighs, my shoulders, my arms, and my teeth. I stare at the clumsy pile till my eyes salt-burn and beg me to blink. Grow little flame grow. It catches, and with it, his face. The satisfied smile tears across his cheeks in tandem with the center log toting new flames along its spine. He doesnât know that it was me. I donât say anything. Heâs too proud. One day he will make a fire out of me. One sheet of my dry skin, crushed for kindling. 5 brittle bones for tinder. Poking and prodding in a brick cave, he will blow and give it life. I will glow, with orange meringue peaks along my back. He will smile. He doesnât know that it was me.
-Date with an Alchemist, 2022
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happy new year friends
âLa Sylphideâ By Andreas Kaas
Lilypads and Reflection, Hawaii, 1960s
Bruce Thomas
Antony Gormley
Loose Earth series
Frank Bidart, Half-light: Collected Poems 1965â2016
i fucking love the longer hair
I think arguably one of the only things worse than ignoring / denying a victim of abuse is accusing them of being the abuser. Especially given the fact that most abusers use tactics like âyou made me do thisâ or the old âyou are abusing me by calling out my abuse bc it makes me feel badâ. The victims who escape those situations often face a long road in their ânext lifeâ of internally focused paranoia and constant moral inventory taking; afraid that setting a boundary, or being firm (or being in a bad mood even) is behavior that is too reminiscent of how their own abuser acted. Trauma altering the ability to differentiate. Having to muck through the dense fucking mud of âAm I a bad person, and thatâs why this happened to me? Maybe it was all my faultâŠâ A truly devastating phenomenon.
Woodland pendant - ReneÌ Lalique, 1899-1900
when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-)Â
the past isnât behind you it coils inside your body thatâs why some years you feel closer and more nostalgic for certain ages than others just fyi
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