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@words-without
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
whelp.
Geordi/Hugh vs the Borg Queen go
Wilhelm Kuhnert (German, 1865–1926), "Rock Dove, Wood Pigeon, European Turtle Dove, and a Pouter Pigeon"
Yohu Tanaka 1892
Japanese Woodblock
sorry i dont find #joy in #homemaking or the #hearth or any shit like that i find joy in being paid and spending 126$ at a restaurant and thee liquor store
Abby
May 15, 2026 ∙ Chelsea
It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably, played out romantically, or sexually. Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible, at least, apprehensible, but unreachable. To perceive it all is to be haunted by it; some sound, some tone, becomes a torment—the poem embodying that sound, seems to exist somewhere already finished. It's like a lighthouse, except that, as one swims toward it, it backs away.
Louise Glück, from "Education of the Poet" in Proofs & Theories - Essays on Poetry
People not liking the "cat distribution system" trend because "what if they are just outdoor cats" to me is like. Okay maybe you shouldn't have left your cat outdoors 🤷♂️
@ominous-signs
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Official ominous billboard
I hesitate to make this a sweeping statement, but I do think that to be a writer, you have to on some level love words as an artistic medium. Words can't just be the annoying limitation that make it more difficult to share your beautiful daydream. They can't just be the storytelling method you choose because you don't have the skills or resources to make any other kind of media.
You have to love the art of words for its own sake. Love the sound of words--how you can make music of a million different rhythms and moods, how the words and sentences you choose can make a million different atmospheres. Love what you can do with words--paint an image, share an emotion, put a person into a scene that only exists in the world of imagination. Love the different ways you can use words--different points of view and tenses, different formats and styles that can each provide a different experience of the story for the reader. You have to love words as your artistic tool and delight in learning new ways to wield them and new effects that you can create with them.
If you don't love words, there are other ways to tell a story. Writing is an artistic medium with it own strengths and weaknesses, and using it as your artistic medium should be a deliberate choice made out of love for this artform.
I ❤️gossip I ❤️eavesdropping I ❤️asking nosy questions I❤️ looking for and acquiring information. On account of my curious and inquisitive nature #mynature
Exactly where did I come across a mention of "Wound Man: the many lives of a surgical image" at 2 am such that I immediately put in a request for an NYPLD interlibrary loan and then fell asleep and forgot any of this ever happened. Did this happen on Tumblr. Was not expecting to find an academic treatise waiting for me at the library and am not fully understanding everything I'm reading, but what a delightful thing to carefully pick through on the subway.
morning hot coffee and afternoon iced coffee are two separate entities. morning hot coffee is your state sanctioned substance abuse to get low level drugs in your body. afternoon iced coffee is a sweet treat that has no impact on your physical body but will boost morale. you can have 8 thousand iced coffees and it will never negatively effect you
God, can you imagine someone from Finland (or wherever) heading to a Midwestern state fair and eating every variety of fried thing imaginable?
I can't believe he even managed to ruin the Knicks' winning streak. I am extremely unsuperstitious, ghosts are not real and demons are not real and probably the lord himself is not real BUT sports curses are an empirical fact and my fear is we've just begun a new one.
Wheee I love being wrong