graveyard energy / * she, her / * 24 / *

“ out of the eater something 2 eat,   &   — out of the strong something sweet, ”

[elizabethaethertownusa]

I think it so beautiful that no matter what else happens I will never see Wicked

[bulgogisland]

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[probuccalfat1]

for christmas i would like to remind everybody that when that man hit snooki, jwoww was the first one to swing. all those big ass boys with big ass muscles were standing around but who swang first for snooks? jwoww. merry christmas jwoww

[superinframan]

[leopardheart-deactivated2023022]

this is one of my favourite poems ever. it’s so sad yet hopeful. so strong yet short. it’s dusk… your daughter’s tall… it’s dusk! your daughter’s tall!

[filthyprotozoan]

what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if it’s all love.

[katelouisepowell]

‘The Shortest Day’ illustrations by Carson Ellis

[crushing-on-nico-di-angelo]

and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best my little dove...

absolute solitude: selected poems, dulce maria loynaz (tr. james o'connor) // the glass essay, anne carson // litany in which certain things are crossed out, richard siken // @uglyfruit // yves olade // hunger, harry styles // a not admitting of the wound, emily dickinson // no surprises, radiohead // fourth of july, sufjan stevens

[hivernno]

[bebemoon]

from @middaia on ig . “roots necklace”

[milflaszlo]

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022)

[sovietpostcards]

A child in Chukotka (Russian Far North-East). Photo by Vasily Shumkov (1980).

[abalone-lover]

Weaving

1928

Gunta Stölzl

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[lifeinpoetry]

my father is a dying man. dying, meaning, helpless. man, meaning, violent. and what do you do with a helpless violence except fetch it its glasses?

— Ollie Schminkey, from "he yells for me, and i go to him," Dead Dad Jokes

[kristina100000]

i have so many things going on for me like brushing my hair and washing my face

[wellwaterhysteria]

a very quick poem i just wrote, made from excerpts of texts my mum has sent me this year.

[wellwaterhysteria]

HELLO???

[ninepatch]

i love the feeling of getting “clearer” as you get older, like with each year there’s less room for messing around or pretending or playing a game with something you know deep in your heart is not right for you. it’s like your brain just gets better and better at cutting you off as you consider something and tells you “no that is not for me” before you can jump in. and it’s not as if things get more serious, but the opposite. you have freedom in giving yourself more and more permission to purposefully live life and go after whatever you want and to love freely knowing that things are secure in your heart and mind.. at least when i am struggling i know that the “clearing” is really what’s happening