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new baby birds archive blog is live at @lactation ! new link to read baby birds chronologically is here<3
hiii reminding ppl that u can read baby birds read chronologically thru that link ^^ and u can follow lactation+ turn on notifs if u want to get updated every time baby birds updates :))
if reading on tumblr is difficult, there’s also more convenient pdf forms for chapters 1-3 available on kofi! that u can download for free :))
5.26.2026
Meet our next main character for Worlds Beyond Number: The Official Graphic Novel!
Erika Ishii tells us all about the young witch Ame who loves collecting, playing in nature, and is filled with wonder.
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The hit fantasy podcast by Brennan Lee Mulligan, Erika Ishii, Aabria Iyengar, and Lou Wilson becomes a graphic novel from Skybound!
in my delicate nature
Nishiyama Hoen, Insect Procession,
detail, ink and color on silk, 1851
Get a Library Card even if you never use it
sonnet in denial by ali shapiro
“Leave the Leaves” editorial illustration I neglected to post
I feel like a lot of people get "All Art is Political" confused with "All Art is made with Political Intentions" which is not the same.
I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"
My little brother insisted if I was going to post about him, he wanted a cut of the "profits". When I explained to him that Tumblr isn't monetized, and is pretty pointless, he and my older brother pointed out that he'd still be bringing me "fame and notoriety" if the post got "big". So we agreed, if the post hit 10k notes, which seemed extremely farfetched and silly at the time, I'd take my little brother out for sushi (his favorite food) and let him eat as much as he wants.
I guess God wanted the little robot to enjoy some sushi 🍣 🥲
This is to inform you that I didn’t die young.
Jim Harrison, Barking
white flag by lucia gallipoli
Salman Toor (Pakistani, 1983), Cloudy Day, 2017. Oil on canvas, 101.3 x 101.3 cm.
joli poli
Aimee Nezhukumatathil - The Woman Who Turned Down a Date with a Cherry Farmer
Fredonia, NY
Of course I regret it. I mean there I was under umbrellas of fruit so red they had to be borne of Summer, and no other season. Flip-flops and fishhooks. Ice cubes made of lemonade and sprigs of mint to slip in blue glasses of tea. I was dusty, my ponytail all askew and the tips of my fingers ran, of course, red
from the fruitwounds of cherries I plunked into my bucket and still—he must have seen some small bit of loveliness in walking his orchard with me. He pointed out which trees were sweetest, which ones bore double seeds—puffing out the flesh and oh the surprise on your tongue with two tiny stones
(a twin spit), making a small gun of your mouth. Did I mention my favorite color is red? His jeans were worn and twisty around the tops of his boot; his hands thick but careful, nimble enough to pull fruit from his trees without tearing the thin skin; the cherry dust and fingerprints on his eyeglasses.
I just know when he stuffed his hands in his pockets, said Okay. Couldn’t hurt to try? and shuffled back to his roadside stand to arrange his jelly jars and stacks of buckets, I had made a terrible mistake. I just know my summer would’ve been full of pies, tartlets, turnovers—so much jubilee.
- The Woman Who Turned Down a Date with a Cherry Farmer by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
this isn’t a “blog” we are having tea together. do you take sugar
