Queued reblogs

18+/a blog for all the things that move me or tickle my fancy (or funny bone!). My own writing is on dolores-hazy.tumblr.com

[peach-and-cherryblossom]

[schrodingersdrone]

[kalyayev-deactivated20180228]

Never talk to me or my 42 trees again

[jumpingjacktrash]

it amuses me to see people being surprised/impressed/amused by this setup, because it’s extremely common on the plains. if you don’t plant a windbreak, your heating and cooling bills are huge, and storms do things like throw the lawnmower through the living room window, take the roof off, or cake the entire north side of the house with six inches of solid ice.

evergreens remain bendy even in the coldest weather, so – wait, no, not the coldest. i remember when i was a kid it got down to like -45 and the norway pines around my house were cracking like gunshots as the sap froze.

maples, incidentally, make that noise around -20f, and i hear it at least once every winter here in southern minnesota. but i only ever heard norway pines make it that one time.

so anyway that’s why we plant pine trees around our houses. because otherwise the wind would freaking kill us.

[cameoappearance]

This is informative and perfectly sensible under the circumstances but I also cannot resist the temptation to compare it to planting stuff all around the boundary of your lot in The Sims

[pangur-and-grim]

once Belphie grows up and calms down a touch, these two will be such good pals

[pangur-and-grim]

the prophecy has been fulfilled

[exitstageleft-pursuedbyabear]

Title: 50th Birthday

Type: Poetry (Trigger Warnings: References to verbal childhood abuse, parental issues, mother issues, guilt)

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Happy Birthday. I know you're throwing a big party for it, Bringing everyone together, Family I haven't seen in so long, Afraid to see now.

Why does it always land on me? You told me to leave- and I left. It was the best thing I've ever done... But I left So you didn't really abandon me, did you? I'm sorry I can't come

I am meant to bridge a gap. I am meant to apologise. Forgive. A tiny child unable to speak, Pushed into a corner, Hand poised, Never landing For that's the unforgivable, Never a line crossed But always so close to it

I mean, I could come, Theoretically. A four-hour drive with a man That didn't even say goodbye. Just to be stuck in a town That's like sand under my nails In my hair In my sheets I'll never get it out of me.

No child should make their mother cry. No child should be so terrified of their mother.

If I could draw your blood from my veins,  Rid myself of every harm, I would. But I'd be guilty.

I'll still be the son who spurned you The daughter who gave up How can I still feel the villain  after all this?

I don't want you, But of course I do I have never needed you, but of course I did

Why does it always land on me  To scramble for love so conditional.  Always blind to what you wanted, Desperate enough to try

...Sorry I didn't mean to make this about me But of course I did, That's the curse of me, isn't it?

Anyway. I hope you're party goes well. I hope no one asks where I am. I hope you lie. You've always been good at that. I don't know if you'll cry or not. I don't know who'll curse my name. I don't know if there's anyone left To defend it.

I wish it didn't matter to me. I wish I could write you off entirely.

Happy 50th Birthday, God made you a Leo.

[exitstageleft-pursuedbyabear]

Title: Haunted

Lay your head to rest, dear Fate befalls the throne The gravel shifts beneath, The circle leads you here You've ended up alone 

And I said I shouldn't do this And I said I am all to blame But does it really matter now, Darling My heart will rot just the same

Caretaker skeleton, Leftover after everyone's gone  June turns into September Isn't it time to move on?

For the coffins have splintered Dirt turned to muck, Go see for yourself Nothing is as it was

[exitstageleft-pursuedbyabear]

Title: Distant Star

Type: Poem

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Loving you  was like loving the sun An inferno, mesmerising and distant Get too close, you will cinder Look too long  And you will pay the price 

I wish I could stop falling for people Who are just you In different costumes  All dressed up for a new show, But the play is still the same.

For someone who was barely even my friend, You did a number on me. I can trace the pattern back to its source Turn the corner and there you are, Sitting at the back table, Guinness in your hand

I hold onto the 'maybe'  as it cuts my hands to ribbons 

Loving you now  Is like breathing with smokers lungs I can feel the remnants of your existence Sitting heavy in my aviloli  The air sticks to the tar Pooling in my chest

It would be easier if I could forget you Sprinkle our cremated ashes  Across the sea

But I stand on the shoreline  Full of hesitation and grief And the waves sound like  Your apology

[fille--de--joies]

MILF like Mother I'd Like to Fly

And you miss a notion

bosom-shaped like a home.

You can feed on my marrow,

nibble at this nipple

that's still oozing milk like

mother i'd like to kiss.

✒️ F. J.

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[j-k-i-ng]

“Untitled“ by | Justin Scudney

[thesplendoroftruth]

The Church of the Assumption of Mary or "Mary on the Lake", Lake Bled, Bled, Slovenia.

Photography: Matteo Paonessa

[exposenature]

Somewhere in Transylvania, Romania (X-Post r/Romania) (Credit: Jeno Major) [1920x1280]

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

you light a match in my hollow chest ashes fall but i can’t rest

your shadow lingers like a second skin i’m drowning but you pull me in it’s burning ...burning ...burning a fire i can’t ignore i’m yearning ...yearning ...yearning for something raw something more lust tastes like sin but i want it again and again your fingertips trace my concrete walls every touch another freefall your breath is smoke i inhale too deep this fever’s a secret i’ll never keep red lights flash the room’s a haze your eyes set me ablaze

mirrors crack reflections lie our shadows tangle no alibi your kiss...a poison sweet and slow but i’m addicted i can’t let go

[brotherorpheus]

of the unknown cat that wandered into the backyard

roaming ember

loosed from some

wildfire undergrowth

knotty tangles running fingers

down your flank

slink

slink

slink

into the emerald field

drawn by scents

lingered about

the yellow eyes of kitchen windows

pink/flesh hollows

of dancing ears

catching sound in its endless abundance

thirsty needles piercing soil

in your every quiet step

the measured footfalls of a hunter

ovals narrowed

silent motion

fur a whisper

on the grass

then a birdsong

beat of wings

and in a blink of orange silk

you are gone

as though you never were

[celebrateeachnewday]

Artist Lucia Heffernan

[poppiesandpromises]

I'm overflowing

Sun shines on my smiling face

Drenched and golden

The wonder of this moment

Leaves me room for nothing else

[definegodliness]

Sometimes, methinks,

It's fun to only live in recollection,

And that I do;

You must've thought

I have so many kinks,

When the only kink I ever had

Was you.

[followcb]

Beautifully Composed

in composition, I am

decomposition, rotting

fundamentally organic

decaying, breaking down

tomorrow, less than

what i was yesterday

now, growing simpler

nutrients recycling

watch me return into

earth and turn to ground

a newfound organism

disintegrated to be found

in my recomposition,

I am beautifully composed;

reborn on this day

in spirit back to stay

come what may

I'm finally on my way

without any further decay

☆☆☆☆☆

©️ @followcb ☆ August 17, 2025

Prompt: #decay by @snazzy-writes-a-little

Hosted by @picklemafia

[alex-a-roman]

Ah yes, let's suppress complex emotions in favour of superficial “positive vibes". I genuinely don't understand why everyone is running away from negative emotions. You don't have to smile all the time or be in a good mood 24/7 and you don't have to fake positivity if you're not feeling positive. Allow yourself to feel negative emotions every now and again, they're normal and healthy.