stay with me. i'm insanely chalant~

vampire wife

[gremlininho]

a little birdie told me

[cannabisbutch]

Happy disability pride month especially to disabled people who shouldn't be working full time/at all but haven't been able to access any aid to stop working, or support other ppl who also can't work. You deserve a break, proper support, and you are worth so so so much more than your productivity

[cienie-isengardu]

Environmental Protection - Bats, Postage Stamps - Poland, 1997

[slipng]

bats. 𖥔 ݁ ˖🦇 ݁˖ ݁𖥔 .

[ofallingstar]

Beauty and the Beast (2014)

[sadladypoetssociety]

Louise Glück, Saint Joan

When I was seven, I had a vision:
 I believed I would die. I would die
 at ten, of polio. I saw my death: 
it was a vision, an insight—
 it was what Joan had, to save France.

I grieved bitterly, Cheated of earth, cheated of a whole childhood, of the great dreams of my heart which would never be manifest.

No one knew any of this. And then I lived.

I kept being alive when I should have been burning: I was Joan, I was Lazarus.

Monologue of childhood, of adolescence. I was Lazarus, the world given to me again. Nights I lay in my bed, waiting to be found out. And the voices returned, but the world refused to withdraw.

I lay awake, listening. Fifty years ago, in my childhood. And of course now. What was it, speaking to me? Terror of death, terror of gradual loss; fear of sickness in its bridal whites—

When I was seven, I believed I would die: only the dates were wrong. I heard a dark prediction rising in my own body.

I gave you your chance. I listened to you, I believed in you. I will not let you have me again.

[nathanbates]

Where Orpheus lost Eurydice.

[02void]

02-18-2026, 9 AM

[unquietgravely]

all the world's grief says the same thing–

it doesn’t have to be this way. 

Meanwhile, the empire hugs its heroes, leaving a bruise the size of a child, 

There are mirrors on someone else’s face 

portals in your hand–

don’t you ever learn?

no one wants a question when the answer is

"burn it all down." 

Nothing to lose when nothing is yours!

it’s a coming of rage,

defiance through love,

the only legacy worth leaving

is art.

[autumnoiir]

[unquietgravely]

spring time when

we inherit

the hare’s body between soft hands as if 

it were a dagger

mating, killing, madness; half-acknowledge

this house in topeka

this saint & savior,

from nobody to anybody

let violence beget relief—

[unquietgravely]

𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎. 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚢𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚕𝚞𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖. 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍.

[gothredy]

[unquietgravely]

the whole day spent lying about, the world spinning madly, coolness in the brief shadow, Earl Grey herbs sprinkled on the laminate floor, intolerable nightmares, my body tiring of being in a state of apology

[unquietgravely]

february. restlessness. scrapped knees. Apprehension, hitched breaths. A mouse in the walls.

[unquietgravely]

pre-orders are up for my next book, a short-story collection! THE HAND THAT SPINS YOU ROUND~ a collection of 13 tales from the depths of dream and the summit of nightmare. Coming March 2026!

[treasuredplanet]

I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game