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20s | poetry + food

[zexox]

sorry if this is too kinky but can you hold my hand and tell me i mean a lot to you.

[dreamyeuphory]

~ Would you like some tea...? ~

[broncosgirl719]

dreammmm omg

[sandmandaddy69]

[julaibib]

[metamorphesque]

There’s a word in Armenian — արևահամ (arevaham) — that has no direct equivalent in English, yet it carries the warmth of an entire season, both in nature and in one's life.

It’s made of two roots: արև (arev), meaning "sun", and համ (ham), meaning "taste" or "flavor". Together, they form a word that means "sun-flavored", but it’s much more than that. It's a poetic way of describing something that’s been touched, ripened, or enriched by the sun, and carries "the taste", the warmth of the sun within itself.

As Charents wrote: "I love the sun-flavored (arevaham) word of my sweet Armenia."

Alongside արևահամ (“sun-flavored”), we have another luminous word: արևաբույր (arevabuyr). It means “sun-scented”. It is warmth made fragrant. Light made tender and almost tangible.

As Gurgen Mahari wrote: "The fresh morning air, sun-scented (arevabuyr) and rain-flavored, filled my heart with joyful longing."

[telefonata]

In the Serra the sun doesn’t bleach the land, only paint and fabric. It’s a shock of rich green pooling in your vision like blood against a blinding sky.

At the peak you see the entire world unfolding far below the bottom of your feet, an infinite expanse of mottled grays buried in mist and distance.

The landscape is an unknown, last walked on god-knows how long ago by immigrants conscripted to mark the frontier. Stained by god-knows how much blood spilled in the desperate search for the new, in escaping the old worlds and old lives. Salted by the sweat of long-dead horses and cattle.

I have a minuscule amount of Mapuche blood and a larger amount of gaucho blood of countless mixed descendências. I never learned my own history. I have the blood of the soldiers of the Farroupilha Revolt and blood that died for Getúlio Vargas and blood of desperate hungry people with heavy bodies and heavier hearts.

And now I live under a different blue sky on the other side of the world. With gnarled dying oaks and pink garlic and tea trees. If the Serra is the top of the world then this is the bottom, where mangrove trees and brown water break against a dying gulf and white sand.

Despite the warmth, my body still runs cold, thinking the sky is the same blue as before. The palmettos close in, cradling me with their serrated leaves. Spanish moss knits itself into blankets around me. It’s quieter without the wind; slowly, the scrub jays fade, and slowly the ospreys disappear. Home is under two blue skies, on opposite sides of the world.

[loveridden1999]

i miss my ex bestfriend & everyone else that i have ever loved but don't want any of them back either

[loveridden1999]

what the fuck man

[greenbellala]

No filters needed, we're lucky to have such a beautiful autumn this year! 🍁🌼🍂

[eesirachs]

last night, in his visiting, he kills me. hand on nape and knife in lung. it’s hot, like assyrian kink or prophets in rope. he is a lover, soap on roof or oil in solomon’s song

[onenicebugperday]

Anonymous submitted: Pretty butterfly in my backyard! (Pls don’t include my blog name in the post, but this was in Bavaria, Germany)

A beauty! And a great pic. It’s a European peacock butterfly :)

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from "Porcupine" in Devotions: Selected Poems

[eesirachs]

fall on your knees and forgive yourself

[amanda-baeza]

Illustration for Quartz (2018), ‘Africa’s quiet LGBT revolution’ by Frankie Edozien. Art Direction by senior product designer, Elan Kiderman.

[discardingimages]

long-eared bat

Psalter, England c. 1360-1400

Bodleian Library, Exeter College MS 47, fol. 21v

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

[crabwarlock-deactivated20260108]

The horrifying urge to go down on a person

[eesirachs]

pet names in the old testament—my child, most loved, holy loved, my servant, yoked, unforgotten, my ruins, exalted one, softness, my flock, my fragrance, fruit of my fruit, right hand, my lord, lyre, my messenger, restful one, pet