let the wild rumpus begin

kim | she/her | ao3

[apocryphics]

merwin

[nemfrog]

Honeybees in clover. In Field and Forest. 1928.

Internet Archive

Book uploaded by LexW

[gothredy]

[brotherbite]

#recentertrevorzegras

[godstiel]

in many ways being alive is about getting to have a little coffee every morning

[antrea]

[26.07.30] shoulder check showcase

ceremonial puck drop :) (feat. gritty guest of honor)

[eflatminorseven]

thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)

like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it

[tokkibean]

i do not “delete sentences” when they start “hindering the plot” i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did

[harpyharpyharpy]

You don't actually have to kill your darlings. You can just put them in the oubliette #myoubliette

[antiqueanimals]

Звери самые маленькие, 1927. Illustrated by Vasily Vatagin.

source

[teex]

jamie drysdale on the what chaos! podcast | 07.29.26

[wyatthazy]

[applejaymi]

inspired by checked swing written by @dilangley

[7pleiades7]

Blue and White Dish and Blueberries (2016) by Susan Paterson (Canadian, born 1958), oil on masonite, 9 x 12 in, Private Collection

[three-quarts]

anything to get to the rush

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Explicit, 6k

Shane doesn’t make it to the hotel until just past eleven at night and, as he walks through the gilt double doors of the lobby, he is immediately confronted with the sight of Rozanov sitting at the bar, half the buttons on his shirt undone, pouring a shot down the soon-to-be-groom’s throat.

Situationship Era, Weddings, MLH Off-Season, Drunk Sex, Language Kink, Wedding Night Roleplay, Feminization, Light D/S

[blackcontemporaryart]

“That’s the best thing about language: every time you use a word you are summoning so many other things—all the times that word has ever been used. I know this sounds a little psychedelic, but maybe I have an ancestor one hundred years ago who used this word that I choose to write now. What does it mean that everything that we are writing is recycled? Words are full of ghosts. Poetry is full of ghosts.”

— Morgan Parker

[teamaspar]

Gary Alan Fine

[sacredfaerie]