wry

too ambitious for a juvenile

[starlight-anchor]

I can't wait for this to be over but I hope what I create is something that's palatable and can pass their standards therefore, passing the subject.

[tofutomato]

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

[apocryphics]

[weltenwellen]

Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

[rainbow-taishi]

Filipino Isekai

[guillotin3d]

me because im god

[mobydyke]

I think sitting on the floor of the ocean for a few hours would fix me

[mobydyke]

I should be a shipwreck

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

[wedarkacademia]

Yeah now we've entered the back pain stage

[metamorphesque]

If I Should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert, Natalie Diaz

[text ID: I will swing my lasso of headlights

across your front porch,

let it drop like a rope of knotted

light at your feet. 

While I put the car in park,

you will tie and tighten the loop 

of light around your waist—

and I will be there with the other end 

wrapped three times

around my hips horned with loneliness. 

Reel me in across the glow-

throbbing sea of greenthread,

bluestem prickly poppy, 

the white inflorescence of yucca

bells, up the dust-lit stairs into your

arms. 

If you say to me, This is not your new

house but I am your new home, 

I will enter the door of your throat,

hang my last lariat in the hallway, 

build my altar of best books on your bedside

table, turn the lamp on and off, on and off, on

and off. 

I will lie down in you.

Eat my meals at the red table of your heart. 

Each steaming bowl will be, Just

right. I will eat it all up,

break all your chairs to pieces.

If I try running off into the deep-purpling scrub brush, 

you will remind me,

There is nowhere to go if you are already here, 

and pat your hand on your lap lighted

by the topazion lux of the moon through the window, 

say, Here, Love, sit here—when

I do, I will say, And here I still

am. 

Until then, Where are you? What is your address?

I am hurting. I am riding the night 

on a full tank of gas and my

headlights are reaching out for

something.]

[armandology]

fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

[buckpussy]

David Lynch's work spaces as shot by Kyle Hurley.

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[symptomofloves]

Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges far away from their purple hearts; ears of corn letting their auburn hair wind down to their stalks. And the boys. The beautiful, beautiful boys who dotted the landscape like jewels, split the air with their shining wet backs. Even their footsteps left a smell of smoke behind.

Sula, Toni Morrison

[burins]

watching my promised afternoon thunderstorm slip from a 90% chance to a 20% chance.... baby come back i can change

[uroko]

Baby fox sitting in front of the torii gate, Kyoto. // Daiki_Inada

[starlight-anchor]

something about this picture pulls at my heartstrings

[starlight-anchor]

Went to work dreaming of retirement