NASA
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
#extradirty
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noise dept.
Mike Driver
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Janaina Medeiros
$LAYYYTER
Cosmic Funnies
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Andulka
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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todays bird
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@screamowl
Pieces of you left behind haunt my mind tonight,
Promises left empty and swollen as trash piles shoved into corners,
Wood chips purchased years too late,
Bugs on my skin, reigniting emotions I thought had dried out.
The promise of a beautiful world, coming,
Always coming, any year now,
Just lay down and die, just lay down and die and it will come.
Fuck you for that.
I'm burning it all down.
I'm finding my phoenix.
I think we should all take a minute to think about how sharp my mouth is.
This is how the world should be ❤️
At no point did I predict what happened next in this video.
It lets me feel that most delectable of fears that you let me slip into your hand a hammer you could use to shatter me and force me to become something new. To taste on my tongue the metallic blend of adrenaline and hope wrapped in the sweet tang of trust. To watch and see what you each may do. Build or break or mold. Show me who you are.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that you are not enough
You are enough. All of my young will eat well until they pupate.
Describe something you would put in my mouth, and I'll guess what it is. No biohazards, please.
Which thing is better?
Eggs
Frogs
juvenile barred owl. sound on for baby squawk ⚟
Are you contorting yourself out of shape begging to be Noticed? Has it worked yet? Try taking up space and allow yourself to be Seen!
You don't have to settle for rattling doorknobs and slamming doors! You deserve to take up space with full body apparitions and walls dripping blood! I guess technically poltergeists don't "take up" space, but you know what I mean
let's watch the sunset with mama
Masaaki Sasamoto
great horned owl paws
specimen donated to the org I volunteer with by a raptor rescue, legal and paperworked
i. when i was 19 and in a very hetero relationship, i fell in love with Andrea Gibson.
ii. we were poor so i was going to community college and also working a full-time job. i was miserable. the nicest thing that happened to me during that time was that someone bought me a free coffee. i had been sobbing in the corner of the library. she said you look like you needed help. i was so sad at the time that i was looking for "the sign". almost like a mantra, i'd say things like if there's a nice sunset, i won't kill myself tomorrow.
iii. you know, in all that time, i never wanted anything. the idea of desire was so foreign to me that i couldn't conceptualize a favorite color. what is want in the voidspace?
iv. andrea was the first, is the thing. i found their work on button poetry. i watched a poem once and then twice and then sat back and thought to myself - what i had been writing was not poetry, it was reaction. what andrea was writing was poetry. i knew it had to be, because it burst inside of me. i looked down and a hole had torn open. there was nothing for it. i put my hands inside the wound and started to pull.
v. it was slam poetry and then pretentious poetry and then esoteric poetry and then the black mountain poets and then tender buttons and then back to slam again and then back to the classics and theory and the academic shit and then finally thank-god understanding started dawning and then upwards into contemporaries and inwards into why aren't i writing something real and then realizing i never understood anything then crying about three syllables that don't sound right and then sunning myself outside of the emily dickinson house and then back to slam and back to the roots of it and backwards into -
vi. and the joy! holy fuck i wish i could tell you about it. on the back of ink came life. it was community and safety and pushing limits. it was saying oh yeah no i'm gay and oh shit i'm nonbinary. it was a cliche; life like a map just exploding. because i knew - i had my thing. wherever i went, so too would come writing.
vii. on saturday i reached 7,700 poems on here. i made myself a gin and tonic to celebrate. i have been writing seriously, almost-every-day, sometimes multiple times a day - for over 10 years. i started this, became this - because i saw someone stand on stage and say something i knew to be poetry.
viii. andrea died today, july 14th, 2025, at the age of 49.
ix. i will never have the words for what they gave me.
The tawny owl sleeping in the sun while the wind ruffles through the feathers.
I want to wrap you in silk ribbons, letting the edges of them bite into your flesh, the strands sticking to the scales of your skin, biting you gently in the thousands of places I can't touch while you can feel it. I long for you in ways I could never have been prepared for, and every time you change, every time you grow, I remember all the ways I have ever worshiped you, and I want nothing more than I want to worship you more. I want to be here, or anywhere, with you forever and always, trapped in one skin or wrapped around you, I will not live or die without you. Feel me in the wrapping I leave around your body and hear me in the tickle at the back of your mind when you're too dazed to listen. Remember that I don't want anything from you but you. I love every you that you have ever been, and I will love every you you become.
I love you when you are blind and silent, and you communicate mainly through the way you smell. When you learn to talk to me through the way you move your hands over me and over yourself. I love the way you tell me who you are in the shapes of clay. I love the way you talk with your teeth. I love the way you communicate with the sharp edges of your beak. I love the way you cannot keep your talons in check and you get sharp and hostile to any evil around you. I love the way I can hear your wings beat over me when I am caught halfway between wake and dreaming, halfway between earth and the other world.
I need you like fish need water and birds need sky. Together we can remind the world how to love. The more people we can touch, the more the world shifts back toward glory.
