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call me Bo or Sam :) | b. 1996 | he/they genderqueer | aro-queer. i tend to liveblog. the terror & black sails & our flag means death mainly, lots of other stuff too. you're welcome to hmu even if we're not mutuals!! i'm super chill.

[seacollectsrivers]

about :)

hi! i'm a name magpie: Bo, Samwise, Sea, Konstantin. you can use whichever you like best! i'm a genderqueer man (any pronouns except she/her) from norway. i'm well aromantic and well queer and so are all the characters i like ❤ i try to tag consistently!

here's my ao3

my art sideblog: @yurtyaherne

storygraph (feel free to add me!): sailorsdelight

[captain-flint]

We’re goners. Those of you who can swim would be wise to do it now.

[seacollectsrivers]

[clownsaliens]

[yakubgodgave]

“Mother And Daughter” by Martin Parr, Wales, 1988

[fashionsfromhistory]

Poême

Popy Moreni

Spring/Summer 1990

Palais Galliera

[twelve-sunflowers]

from Andy Goldsworthy’s Rain Shadow series.

“they show the human presence without the intrusion of a personality”

[antiqueanimals]

Under the Sea. Written by Maurice Burton, illustrated by Maurice Wilson, and published in 1960.

[cloudeddemonthoughts]

Denis Forkas

[metamorphesque]

What the Living Do, Marie Howe

[cloudbeam]

Written for her brother, John Howe, who died of complications of AIDS

[itsgonnabeanofrommedawg]

full poem:

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up

waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through

the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,

I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,

I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.

What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living. I remember you.

[enchantedbook]

For a moment, the dove’ s head became that of a beautiful girl' 

illustration by H. J. Ford from the fairytale : “The Prince who wanted to see the World”, 1901

[jareckiworld]

Arkadiusz Szymanek — Untitled  (oil on canvas, 2020)

[lolita-wardrobe]

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[bad-moodboard]

Detail from a poster for the Dresden International Hygiene Exhibition 1911, by Franz Stuck

[ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit]

david shrigley

[utopioid]

first piece i’ve finished in a while :)

[jazminesullivan]

GERTIE BROWN & SAINT SUTTLE “Something Good-Negro Kiss,” the newly discovered William Selig silent film from 1898 is believed to be the earliest cinematic depiction of African-American affection. Thanks to scholars at the University of Chicago and the University of Southern California, the footage is prompting a rethinking of early film history. The performance by cakewalk partners Saint Suttle and Gertie Brown is a reinterpretation of Thomas Edison’s “The Kiss,” featuring May Irwin and John Rice. The film was announced December 12, 2018 as a new addition to the Library of Congress’ National Film Registry—one of 25 selected for their enduring importance to American culture. The 29-second clip is free of stereotypes and racist caricatures, a stark contrast from the majority of black performances at the turn of the century.