[writing-ids]

hello! this blog is run by a hijabi muslim lgbtwoc. all my posts will be under mod posts. all the ids i write will be under my ids tag.

for more information on accessibility, check the accessibility tag on here!

i do not reblog things with alt text nor do i write it, simply because i cannot check what it says! feel free to correct my phrasing on any ids as well. i have no DNI, but i will block anyone who adds something bigoted to anything i reblog.

my queue is filled and runs 10 to 20 times a day. feel free to send me anything you want to id or anything you’ve id’d that you want me to reblog!

[elethart]

Witches on a railroad adventure 🚂🚃🚃🚃🚃☕

[kissryuwuji]

[ID: four digital art pieces that take place on a train. The first image is of a girl, wearing a blue tank top and blue denim shorts. She sits next to a window, her right leg propped up and with her eyes closed while holding a cup in her right hand. A gray cat basks in the sunlight with her with its own cup. / The second image shows a girl in her pajamas on the top bunk, sleeping in discomfort with three other cats snuggling with her. Beneath the bunk, another girl with brown hair and in a white sundress looks towards her with a fond look. She is playing cards with someone out of the image. The table is full of beverages and snacks.

The third image shows two passengers looking outside the train while a person holding a broom sits on top of the train. All three of them watch two people riding brooms rush towards the train. The background shows forests and mountains. / The fourth image is a cat sleeping on the top bunk, its paws hanging off the side as it faces the viewer. A person with nails painted red just barely touches the paw, and a yellow sparkle glows between the two. End ID]

[libbyframe]

Sunny honey!

[accessiblecore]

[Image description: a digital drawing of several tall sunflowers. There are three fat honeybees flying around. The background is white. End description.]

[momoro66]

[accessiblecore]

[Image description: a digital drawing. There are four grey ducks in various poses on a white background. End description.]

[hawberries]

junicorn 6. shetland pony! a reliable lady. i might take it a bit easier for the next block…

[image is a watercolour painting of a stout, pot-bellied shetland pony unicorn, silver flaxen in colour, her mane so overgrown it obscures her eyes.]

[hawberries]

junicorn 2. botanicals / poppy

[image is a painting of a black unicorn prancing against a stylized floral background featuring huge, bold red poppies.]

[marscia]

july 15

[sollaire-deactivated20260321]

[ID: Text that reads “Brown eyes; too warm, I burn. —m”. End ID]

[yankasmiles]

i read the new hq chap and i love yacchan….. im sobbin

[writing-ids]

[Image ID: Digital art of Yachi Hitoka. Her hair is blond, shoulder length, and has a small ponytail on the right side. Her eyes are big and brown, and she’s wearing an oversized red hoodie that says “Yacchan,” on it in all capitals. Her hand is tucked into the front pocket of it. The background is white, and has multicolored squiggles drawn around her. End ID]

[julaibib]

Praying

[suhaylahs-deactivated20211224]

[ID: An aerial shot of people praying in a masjid, equally socially distanced and sitting on their own prayer mats. End ID.]

[kafk-a]

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[typodescript]

[text ID: I am supposed to be touched. I can’t wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me? end ID]

[moon1ike]

mary oliver, upstream

[gaymrow-deactivated20210812]

[Text ID: “In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.” /End ID]

[angesirene]

— Anna Akhmatova, In a Dream, tr. by Lenore Mayhew & William McNaughton

[yafriendlytranscriber]

(ID: highlighted text. Reads: Why are you crying? Come, Give me your hand instead— promise again To come in dreams. You and I Are like grief and the mountain, We will not meet in this world. But sometimes will you send across the stars A sign? 1946. /End ID.)

[wonkygal]

this one really gets me bestie

(meditations in an emrgency, cameron awkward-rich)

[your-angle-of-music]

[ID: Text that reads “I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.” End ID.]

[megairea]

Yves Olade, from When Rome Falls; Bloodsport, 2017

[dreamertrilogys]

[ID: “All that matters is that you want to hurt me. / All that matters is that you want          me.” /END ID]

[apolohgy]

things that make you go hmm

[writing-ids]

[Text ID: There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will. End ID]

[likewildhorses]

untitled

[paperlightly]

[id: text reading: “I am afraid of the reality that comes from driving in a car by myself. It is a sign that childhood has ended and that still, I am alone. I am afraid that if I drive myself anywhere, I will remember this, and then all of my daydreams will fog up the windows and I will have no choice but to roll them down and my songs of lament will make me sob and then I will stop at a traffic light and feel embarrassed because a stranger is looking at me and then I will eventually crash into a street sign and at last, I will go up in flames. The heat will hug me and maybe only then will I know what it is like to be touched.” /end id]

[soracities]

Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

František Halas, “Malá Strana Night Vision”

Larwence Durrell, Justine (The Alexandria Quartet #1)

[writing-ids]

[Image ID: Multiple black-and-white text screenshots stacked vertically. In order, they say, “Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.” “Night-born beauty. How sweetly she melts in her sin.” “Justine cannot be justified or excused. She simply and magnificently is; we have to put up with her, like original sin.” End ID]