#wordless

[mumblelard]

casting the shadow

the morning is thick but still cool enough. the paths are crowded

these last few weeks, i've constantly been a little bit hungry. nothing satisfies. it's not a more hunger, it's a something hunger, and i can't figure out what that something is. i ate a bunch of zucchini. that was a part, but it's not the whole something. for whatever reason it's sometimes fresh parsley but i know what that feels like. now i think maybe it's lentils

there should be something here but it's not

yesterday, that new moon pulled hard. i'm out of patience, not pushed to it, but ready for it

[poetrybyonur]

In the heavily charged space between our gaze, you already know what I’ll do to you when the time comes.

[lumieresdanslacave]

[liittlebeast]

haunted house

[blackwhitecheck]

I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY

[wiirocku]

Romans 8:26 (NIV) - In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.

[howifeltabouthim]

It was strange that greetings were not necessary . . . It seemed that they were communicating beyond the medium of words.

Mary Balogh, from Tangled

[comicsmachine]

“Riddle 93 (Reconstructed).” Originally published in Court Green 15 (Summer 2019).