Does Some Part of You Remember This Like I Do

born in 1986. she/her/they/them leftist witch. live free or die

[salamanderinspace]

Read too much theory today and now my brain is agitated

[dewberrys-sillyblog]

god the horrible urge to vague post is eating me alive but i must

[dewberrys-sillyblog]

someone wronged me once

[salamanderinspace]

Today's wordaday is lacustral

(growing in lakes)

[salamanderinspace]

trying to remember why the elves picked Legolas as their representative

[starridge]

who are your parasocial enemies, like mine are andrew lloyd webber and butch hartman

[salamanderinspace]

@unoshallbeplayedbywe

[artsalamanderr]

Illustrations Inspired by Mir Taqi Mir, June 2026

[draconym]

I like this dress because it looks like something Ms. Frizzle would wear to the BDSM club

[draconym]

My friends and I were brainstorming PBS themed scene names. I would be Ms. Sizzle and they would be Bill Tye the Shibari Guy and Master Rogers.

[salamanderinspace]

Aleda Shirley

[salamanderinspace]

today's wordaday is travertine

(a kind of limestone used in tile)

[eesttm]

"He doesn't have to do that much prep for the show but actually has to do an enormous amount of work in a short period of time."

SEARED interview

[corrucyst]

dude, this is really scary, and liminal as well. It's like the bathrooms

[pjones-poetry]

Target Practice

A rectangle, an origami, a juice box waiting for the fridge One afternoon at 4 o clock. For weeks love erases Other emotions and I hardly struggle. I watch The birds, I listen to the Doppler swoosh of a car passing outside.

My lotion smells like coconut oil and sour milk. Curious, I sit in the Living room making my way through a sci fi novel about intimacy. Clouds cool it off in here but don't block the steady gold sweep A butterscotch candy in the form of weather, like shapes on

the leather backseats I remember from infancy. The cold air is stubborn but then, in a pinch, Irritation becomes sublimation. Continuity is a long game of baseball.

There should be some other way to write about this, Like perhaps with a delicate pointed feather or Machine learning. A hundred reassurances that humans are part of nature, One for the earwig I saw in the parking lot last Friday. Some human's fated rival.

The world is a garden and I am not a gardener. Possibly a fat little bumblebee, vulnerable to pesticide. When I eat chocolate I can feel it in my wrists and ankles. I keep your letters in a folder in my proton mail,

As if encryption could protect me from you. The place where I shop for makeup wants me to make a profile So it can save my skin tone. Mostly I think about Shooting stop signs with bb guns and the great

Hole that's left in my life. So many tactics to stay unsettled. Every excursion a traffic stop in the future. All the pieces add up. I don't think you could trade them for money. But redemption isn't for people. It's for fucking coupons.

[thecityof-light]

[dragon-in-a-fez]

the phrase "this machine kills fascists" has gone through enough layers of meaning that I think it's come all the way back around to where the funniest thing you could put it on would be a gun

[aqueerkettleofish]

[dragon-in-a-fez]

Tchaikovsky at the cannon store:

[marmolita]

one of my favorite things about tumblr is that the tagging system means I was able to sit here on my phone in 2026 and search a tag and find, like, and reblog someone's fanart they posted in 2015 that had literally no notes. I am the first person to like and reblog this art and it's been 11 years since it was posted and I love that!!! let me find your obscure fanart a decade later!!!

[salamanderinspace]

I'm reading Aleda Shirley and trying to appreciate her quiet weight and emotional complexity but I can't help thinking nothing in this book is as brilliant as the lyrics to die antwords "baby's on fire."

Maybe I don't value subtlety.