#preoccupations

[licaonia]

♠️_SERA...

Un buon momento per lasciare preoccupazioni e problemi fuori dalla porta. Una cosa è certa: se li troviamo, li troveremo lì anche domani. Perché non rilassarsi fino ad allora?🖤🌹

©️Licaonia Lupe

[bluewillowmoon]

“Learning the craft is learning to turn the windlass at the well of poetry. Usually you begin by dropping the bucket halfway down the shaft and winding up a taking of air. You are miming the real thing until one day the chain draws unexpectedly tight and you have dipped into waters that will continue to entice you back. You’ll have broken the skin on the pool of yourself.”

— Seamus Heaney, from “Feeling Into Words,” Preoccupations: Selected Prose, 1968-1978 (Noonday, 1980)

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

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Have you read Preoccupations (Doctor Who)?

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Voting ended onJul 20, 2025

Summary: “We’re friends,” she says instead. “We can laugh about this, I mean, it wasn’t even me, so you don’t need to be embarrassed.” “Right,” the Doctor says. “Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He flexes his fingers absentmindedly, and her eyes are pulled to the movement of the tendons across the back of his hand. The greedy thing in her chest snarls. “I mean, it’s not like you’re pining away for — ” “Clara,” the Doctor says softly. “You’re being unkind.” (Or: at an invention fair in the future, the Doctor and Clara get trapped in a room with a device that forces the Doctor to answer any question Clara asks. She pulls on one too many threads.)

Author: Inlay

Note from submitter: Truth room shenanigans, with great characterization. 

[prospectstimmer]

[littleplasticthings]

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Preoccupations - Focus

Tunes / Calgary / 2025

[ursaminorjim]

“Focus” - Preoccupations, Ill at Ease

[audiojunkyard]

[bedroom-kingdom]

Stained unnecessarily Unrestrained inevitability Overwhelmed by all the drunken silhouettes Entertained with their broken cassettes

Hey, is there any consequence In getting lost in international time? Uncontrollable spontaneous tirades Trying to unmake all of the things that are made

Secondhand industry Rusted out viciously All the days are delayed Becoming memories

There’s no connection left in your head Another book of things to forget An overwhelming sense of regret Relay, reply, react, and reset

Relay, reply, react, and respond The simple task of turning it on Only receiving electrical shock Not everything can stay interlocked Maybe too late will be much too soon It isn’t something that’s safe to assume And anyone can disappear in a spark

There’s no connection left in your head Another book of things to forget An overwhelming sense of regret Relay, reply, react, and reset

Silhouettes Preoccupations Viet Cong

2015 • Canada