Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine: Poems

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roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
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if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
Acquired Stardust
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sheepfilms

Love Begins

Kaledo Art
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine: Poems
A young Kuwaiti girl holding her lamb, photographed during the Gulf War by Steve McCurry (1991)
Its attach a landmine to your rear bumper wednesday! Lets get this brake check :)
Peregrination: Xiaojing Yan 闫晓静
February 16, 2026
Contemporary Craft - Pittsburgh, PA
Tour de France, 1982. Riders rest as organisers negotiate with protesting farmers who have blocked the route. image Harry Gruyaert / Magnum
the “PowerPoint night” was a kind of early twenty-first century literary salon fashionable among the youth of the period
STOP CENSORING YOURSELF ON THIS WEBSITE. FUCK SHIT SEX MURDER ALCOHOL DRUGS FAGGOT DYKE QUEER TRANS BITCH SLUT WHORE SEX SEX SEX SEX!!!!!!!!!!!
OK OK. UH UHHHH..... KILL?
They'll sap your body of its strength, those blankets... And as soon as you succumb and fall to the bed, those pillows will tear what little consciousness you have to shreds.
girl put that snout AWAY it is not sniffing time right now
and thats what i would say if there could ever be a reason to put your snout away. its always sniffing time. i love you.
anyway you should always remember that all those foreigners you see dying on the news are just as real people as you are who have just as much interiority as you do. there is nothing about you that makes you more important and it is by pure chance that you are not in their position. in fact, this holds for all of history. every person, no matter the horror of the fate that befell them, had just as much interiority as you do. i feel like some people haven't fully internalized this.
let's use this post for something good. if you are considering being annoying in my notes, please instead consider donating to gaza soup kitchen. thanks!
Dmitry Khramtsov (HRAM), “Akaname”
from ‘Сны чудовищ’ (Dream of Monsters) collection, 2024