[neckkiss]

Twin Peaks 

[hrimceald]

when the warmer weather starts it's like, this is it. it's time to start reading a fuck-off huge novel and cart it around various parks to read throughout the summer

[llleighsmith]

“No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.”

— ERIN BOW

[flowerytale]

Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems: 1962–2020

[metamorphesque]

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

[primulaceas]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor Folk (translated by C. J. Hogarth)

[l-bkeoghan-l]

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Sunrise, Louise Glück

[petaltexturedskies]

Louise Glück, from Persephone The Wanderer in "Poems 1962-2012"

[ihopeucomehomesoon]

this is a prayer to me

[onlvvangel]

[sustancy]

[watsername]

'you have x many followers' those r cadavers girl. corpses. abandoned vessels of blogs who once were. its the apocalypse in there. its me and my 5 mutuals against the world.

[fairydrowning]

I may look fine but deep down I wanna do this.

[antiqueanimals]

My Animal Book. Written and illustrated by Yevgeny Charushin. 1971.

Internet Archive

[yakubgodgave]

Prince - “Prince” LP backcover, 1979

[consecuences]