I exist as I am - that is enough

One day I hope that my words and actions will mirror who I am at the most fundamental level.

[weltenwellen]

An Interview with Richard Siken

[petaltexturedskies]

⟡ Luxuries we forget are luxuries ⟡

Being able to call your mom. A full fridge. Being in good health. Clean sheets. Sleeping through the night. A good sweat. Coming home to your people. Little hands/paws reaching for you. Peace of mind. A slow Sunday morning. A fresh breeze coming through the window. Laughing so hard your stomach hurts. Unexpectedly hearing your favorite song. Someone genuinely checking in on you. Warm sunshine on your skin.

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Coming to Writing, Hélène Cixous

[mutable-wings]

Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening...

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from "You Who Never Arrived," translated by Stephen Mitchell

[prophetic-memory]

Jorge Luis Borges, "The Watcher"

[feral-ballad]

Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from Water I Won’t Touch; “Valentine, Nebraska: Cherry County”

[cheshmenoor]

[darkhawk1126]

@hootiedoom @carnalreincarnated

[melonramune]

2025-05-29

[1five1two]

'Autumnal Hues'. Harry Brioche.

[feral-ballad]

Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from Water I Won’t Touch; “Here we are, aging together, just like we said we would”

[1five1two]

'Prairie Fire'. Phil Epp.

[woodenmoth]

[journalofsolitude]

Electric Shamans at the Festival of the Sun

Mónica Ojeda

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Venus and Luna

[theoptia]

Brian Cotnoir, from On Alchemy: Essential Practices and Making Art as Alchemy

[petaltexturedskies]

Leo Tolstoy, Essays, Letters and Miscellanies

[luthienne]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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