the curse is upon me

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[pityroad]

— Mean Time, Carol Ann Duffy, from 'Mean Time' (1993)

[text ID: The clocks slid back an hour / and stole light from my life / as I walked through the wrong part of town, / mourning our love.]

[rozcoe-deactivated20220420]

8/25/21

[typodescript]

[text ID: it's august and i watch my breath dissipate in seconds on the back step. i take a moment to convince myself it rained last night before remembering my father's garden sprinkler. there's salt on my lips from my own nervous habites. it's august and i turn with the earth, sunlight barely overwhelming the dull and aching blue of branching veins. my hands grow crooked; their roots are weak. my wrist crackles and smolders. it's august and i watch my breath. end ID]

[marscia]

july 15

[sollaire-deactivated20260321]

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

[dog-teeth]

Well you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We’re all gonna die"

[aavillainess]

EVERY SUMMERTIME, WE’RE KISSED BY THE MORNING

& i hope this is how you’ll always remember us in the future. june is heralded by the singing cicadas, humid breeze, & your lips curling around the rim of an over-sweetened cà phê sữa đá. the cusp of spring to summer has softened the world with a mist. the emerald leaves of freshly cut hedges & swaying cerise-pink blossoms splay against our exposed skin as we brace ourselves for the sudden heat of afternoon. an insinuation of clouds blur the cerulean blue skies & embrace the mountains far in the distance. i grasp your hand with all the rose-gold tint of sentiment colouring my movements. if someone had asked, i would’ve told them the truth — if i could submerge myself in this moment for the rest of my life, in a deluge of every second spent together, i would.

one day, our recollections of this neighbourhood will fall victim to a hazy softness, like the hasty strokes of a paintbrush over an unprimed canvas. but right now, it’s bright & crisp like the edges of just-poured copper. i’ll remember you in these minutes, illuminated at every angle by the gentle sun caressing your features like a lover’s questing fingers. if you could ever recall the times we were inseparable with even a fraction of this guileless affection, i promise i’ll tend to them like the delicate cashmere gardenias & amethyst irises in your mother’s gardens. the heat of the sidewalk underfoot scorch our shoes but i’d endure it even for you. your fingertips graze the dainty aurelian chain around my neck, mindlessly grasping the evergreen jade pendant brushing the dip between my collarbones. everything might change, but this effortless devotion, this simple adoration, has already immortalized itself in this city’s hidden histories.

the imperial reds & yolk-yellows of chinatown colour the margins of our silhouettes. every inch of this place is crooning with a song from yesterday, a chorus of years bolstering the melody. the brush of your knuckles against my waist, the gentle murmur of your voice in my ear. the new boundaries of our world set by the millennium gates. you guide me through the waves of people, hand in hand, & i wish we could’ve lingered here just a little longer. but we’re enclosed in a sea of green while tying up fortunes & laughing at unsteady feet as we jump mossy stones across a stream. i press a fragment of a wild red strawberry against your lips instead of a kiss & hope you understand the words i can’t say.

stifling summer nights & i’m telling secrets only you’ll ever know. every word whispered into the crevice of your neck as we seek solace on the floors of an air-conditioned room. we sleep in each other’s arms & on unforgiving hardwood, blankets strewn all around like children. you’re smiling at something i don’t know about but you’re cast in gold by the incandescent lights we forgot to turn off & i’m too mesmerized to ask. one day, we’ll have to leave this behind, & i already miss it in my little artless heart. i lie awake & you’re scratching your charcoal pencils against the cream paper of your sketchbook. morning light cradles the downy drapes bordering the windows & i sprawl on the length of your legs before breakfast. a record plays in the background, accompanied by the sizzle of a pan & your wholehearted requests to dance in the kitchen. one day, we’ll tell stories of the days we spent wasting away our golden years together. i promise you, i will never want anything more.

— tuyet an liu | aimi liu

[selfundiagnosed]

crabeater seal teeth

[cmipalaeo]

Despite their common name and their specific epithet carcinophaga, crabeaters are not crab eaters; rather, they are krill eaters. The bizarre shape of their premolars and molars, responsible for their generic name Lobodon “lobe tooth,” allow them to capture krill in a sieve-like manner, similar to the feeding method of baleen whales.

This lobed cheek tooth morphology is also seen in other Antarctic seals that form the clade Lobodontini. Interestingly, this includes the leopard seal (above, from Hocking et al., 2012). While known for being an apex predator on smaller pinnipeds and penguins, leopard seals actually feed substantially on krill as well, simultaneously able to feed near the top and bottom of the food chain. In fact, their specialized filter-feeding teeth prevent leopard seals from easily slicing up large prey, which is why they are often photographed violently shaking their kills (below, from Flickr): without the slicing cheek teeth typical of carnivorans, this is how they must process their prey into bite-sized pieces.

[scandalousladysuggestion]

prudently undertake a love affair with a poet to ensure that word of your prowess in the bedchamber will be put to paper and remembered long after you are gone. 

[princesspatria]

as bastille so excellently put it in their 2012 song ‘poet’: i have written you down/ now you will live forever/ and all the world will read you/ you will live forever/ in eyes not yet created/ on tongues that are not born/ i have written you down/ now you will live forever

[zeesaes]

[persimmon444-deactivated2021052]

*passes away*

[antidecay]

[Image Description: Two photos of a golden, heart shaped locket. The first photo shows the locket while it is closed; it has an engraving that reads “i carry your heart with me” in a simple font. The second photo shows the locket while it is open, “(i carry it in my heart)” is engraved inside. // End ID]

[zeesaes]

[Addendum: “i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)” is a line from a poem by E. E. Cummings. End addendum]

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by E. E.… | Poetry Magazine

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

[greenpickles44]

Laurent Grasso, Studies From the Past - Eclipse (2011)

[accessible-art]

[ID: A traditional painting of an eclipse over a desert landscape. The landscape is all a sandy yellow with sparse trees as the only foliage. There is a river in the middle, with sharp cliffs and mountains on either side. Both sides have cities with buildings made of white stone built in the cliffs above the river. The eclipsed sun is extremely large with bright rays of light shining from it. The sky around it is a dark blue with sparse clouds and some visible stars. End ID]

[wedarkacademia]

Louise Glück

[typodescript]

[text ID: Interesting how we fall in love: /in my case, absolutely. Absolutely, and, /alas, often— /end ID]

[puffsaddy]

[papapiusxiii]

From Leonard Cohen’s final letter to his dying muse, Marianne Ihlen. She died in July 2016, and Cohen followed her shortly after, dying in November 2016.

“Well Marianne it’s come to this time when we are really so old and our bodies are falling apart and I think I will follow you very soon. Know that I am so close behind you that if you stretch out your hand, I think you can reach mine. And you know that I’ve always loved you for your beauty and your wisdom, but I don’t need to say anything more about that because you know all about that. But now, I just want to wish you a very good journey. Goodbye old friend. Endless love, see you down the road.”

— Leonard Cohen

[zeesaes]

[Addendum: Shirt is being worn by Don McLemon of BROCKHAMPTON]

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[mudpielove]

[banhbotloc-moved]

[ID: photo of raw honeycomb in the sunlight. End ID]

[princeturquoise]

Visit Original Link

[vltra7-deactivated20231230]

gay rights

[majdimam]

“Your name on my tongue humbles honey”

— Baraka Blue

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

~ Wax model of a decomposing body in a walnut coffin.

Date: 1774-1800

Place of origin:  Italy

[describedgoth]

[ID: There are two photos, the first has the coffin door mostly closed, while the other the door is completely off. /end ID]

[wizardsnoopy]

from my physics textbook last year

[crashorpie]

[image text: For every interaction between things, there is always a pair of oppositely directed forces that are equal in strength. If you push hard on the world, for example, the world pushes hard on you. If you touch the world gently, the world will touch you gently in return. The way you touch others is the way others touch you.]

[su-n-s-e-t]

[floralprintsharks]

[ID: two photographs of sunlight breaking through clouds. End ID]