@tsaricides @selfeating - Tumblr Blog

you're probably looking for @tsaricides. this is my old account!

saw on your dc blog that you were going to move blogs soon, does that include this blog as well? (and also would you share your new blog with people or is it more of a 'start fresh' thing?) i'm pretty new to dc and you're one of the few people i like to read opinions from so i was just wondering

yes, i was about to post on here about it too. @griefporn (griefporn.tumblr.com) is my new main – essentially a continuation of this one, and my media (dc) sideblog is @boyfridged. so if you are not into comics (a very good life choice btw. stay safe) you will want to follow the first one:)

dislocatedwishbone

On the New Year

@seravph // Burning the Old Year, Naomi Shihab Nye // A New Year, Amos Russel Wells // @ sumayapoetry on instagram // This is the New Year, A Great Big World

kosmogrl

#THANK YOU!! north sent me the image but not the post <3 #bless. wanted to put it here on my main #personal

alleycatboy

i am doomed by the narrative. ignore that i am also the author of the narrative

#ancelin hours

I LOVE YOU *corrupts your electronic devices*

#:) i’m obsessed!

synqra

People gathered around lava, Iceland.

jirls

Ants enjoying a drop of honey

sweatermuppet

from journal entry (april 11th 2022, silas denver melvin, paper + digital)

click for quality + do not remove caption (instagram)

[ID: a black and white photograph of several muscovy ducks swimming in a line on a pond. in yellow text above them it reads "it's hard work, trying to make yourself into something your mother can stand to look at." /End ID]

saintsebastiensbf

For The Chinese New Year & For Bill Berkson, Frank O'Hara

jutrzenko -> tsaricides

#might change again later.

soracities

"God", Michael Bazzett

for Ada Limon

Look, it’s not that I believe in him. Nor he in me. We have moved beyond all that. I just like having someone there in the dark. Usually we sit in silence, waiting for passing headlights to glide across the ceiling and knock stray prayers loose from where they got stuck on their way out, so many years ago. It’s almost like finding old piñata candy, says God, picking one from the floorboards. He unwraps it, takes a quick taste. Winces. Nods like he’s just remembered something for the thousandth, thousandth time. What is it? I ask. It’s kind of like chewing tinfoil, he says. All that aching naked hope.

#i’m weird about god and god is weird about me