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White Horse

Hans Vandekerckhove

Oil on canvas, 2025

just hit flow state and wrote 50 words of my essay. might scroll on my phone and write another 25 in about an hour or two. nobody is doing it like me

hunybody

u guys omfg can we try feminism again. can we breathe life back into feminism's wounded and perishing body like OMFG she's dying...

genesisthreetwenty

it is november again which means i am feeling nothing and i am feeling everything

junkdiary

openingadoor

Tracey Emin, ‘My Bed’, 1998, mattress, linens, pillows and objects. Photo: Christie’s

handweavers

some more photos of ireland my grandfather took in 2004. feels like a memory of his home that he left for me - how the isle looked to him, how it felt to be there in that time and place

calliopeprelude

lucy dacus performing in san francisco tonight – brooke.a.bassett via IG story

bluechanas

ai this ai that how about we invent a printer that works first

ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

sanyu

opusculums

tracy chapman talkin' 'bout a revolution

havingapoemwithyou

praise song by Barbara Crooker

mossbawn

people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue

mossbawn

“i hate poetry its so pretentious” but then you reblog a quote or a throwaway line and say “why does this go so hard” you are desperate for poetry you are starved for it and u dont even realise you’re hungry