#userapollonic

[kafkasdiariies]

Hey I was bored and created another blog centered on decor (mainly floral) art and gardens. It's @florealegiardini

[peoniepoetals]

how do I explain that we are infinite?

whispers to the night sky in your eyes - a. CLAW

[petrorhagia]

the goldfinch by donna tartt.

[cressol]

She breathes history and stardust.

Moodboard for @fuselii! I was that really awkward SS going around asking questions to you ^^; I took a lot of inspiration from your archive posts and interests, and I tried to personalise it in some way! I hope you like it :D May you have the best holiday and a wonderful year ahead.

[smallepics]

E N T R O P Y 

By: Lau Bowcock

"We are in a star system with them Exactly 12.3 astronomical units apart And we wish they would draw closer for half a millennium Long enough for us to catch the shadows across their face"

Told in two parts, E N T R O P Y is a mini poetry book about a star who watches humanity and a human who watches a star.

E N T R O P Y works on a pick your price system with a minimum of one dollar, please support the author. 

BUY HERE ON PAYHIP WITH EITHER PAYPAL OR CARD

Written and dedicated to @humaintain who published Contact Light  a mix of science, poetry, and beauty to get them through the winter days.

[kohya]

the most beautiful boy of them all!!

[merflk]

I'd like to cleanse myself from it and watch it get pulled down the drain. I'd like the wind to take it from me wipe it straight out of my throat. I'd like to burn it up in flames soak it with more gasoline. instead I sit inside this cave... and I stare at it and wait... for it to bury me.

poetry prompts #1 - a. CLAW

‘anxiety’ for @cxtrouille

[verbosities]

are you okay?“    sometimes when i’m alone i rip apart a piece of white paper into fourths, eighths, sixteenths, just for a semblance of control.   sometimes my breath catches in my throat for no reason other than it doesn’t see the point in rising out of my lungs.   sometimes when i’m in the shower i just lie down and dream that it’s all an ocean, and the waves will sweep me away.   sometimes i stare at my hands, and trace the lines etched in them. heart, love, life - it’s all in the hands, just the hands.   sometimes my feet just grind to a halt in the middle of a crowded sidewalk and i just look around and wonder why.   sometimes i feel like the sky is scraping against my scalp and maybe that’s why i always turn around, but there’s no one there.   sometimes i feel a ringing in my ears like the vestiges of some old argument, and i wonder what i could have done.   sometimes there’s not enough. sometimes there’s too much.   but always, there’s something building and breaking and churning and roaring and shattering and collapsing and tumbling and the dust is rising, rising, rising, and oh god what do i do what do i do what do i -   "i’m fine, why do you ask?

unanswered questions // s.g