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Janina/25/Berlin/"Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it."/

[typewriter-worries]

It's World Poetry Day, so here's even more of some of my favorite poems.

Good Bones by Maggie Smith | archive.org

Middle Age by Jason Shinder | archive.org

Death Comes to Me Again, a Girl by Dorianne Laux | archive.org

Prints by Joseph Bruchac | archive.org

Molly Brodak by Molly Brodak | archive.org

Connubial by Stephen Dunn | archive.org

What I Didn’t Know Before by Ada Limón | archive.org

Laura, I Want You Pulling Your Hair Back by Natalie Dunn | archive.org

O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love by Anne Carson | archive.org

Small Frogs Killed on the Highway by James Wright | archive.org

Post-Factual Love Poem by Paul Guest | archive.org

Tomorrow is a Place by Sanna Wani | archive.org

Make Out Sonnet by F. Douglas Brown | archive.org

If any of the links you come across are dead, the archive.org link should redirect you to a post that should always be up!

2023 | 2024

[wizardarchetypes]

went to my best friend’s house last night and saw a little plushie dog and plushie cat that had been sewn together down the middle into a two-headed chimera. I said, “did you do that?” she said, “yes, I saved them.”

turns out at her old job when the last two plushies hadn’t sold and became deadstock, her boss told her to cut them up and throw them out. so she cut them each in half, preserved their heads, and then rebuilt them together.

cannot stop thinking about the way these little plushies were approached with the instinct of a Vampire or some sort of ancient god. “Let me save you [turn you into a monster].”

[cipheramnesia]

The fact that the beheading was at the order of a superior, and the solution was to create some sort of monster of disobediance to the letter of the law instead of just lying and saving them adds a certain mythological resonance.

[inkskinned]

they made rotting a real human emotion, by the way. you too can experience an extant form of decay. just tell the truth and have nobody believe you. look a loved one in the eye and see the little flicker of doubt in there, the sad turn of the mouth. watch them weigh the significance of love, of trust. listen while they say i know you think that's true, but...

[lesserjoke]

[shaelit]

I can’t stop thinking about this.

[milqi]

I wonder if he was running on instinct…  I watched a man die on the subway a few years ago.  It’s more common than you think - NYC subways carry millions and millions in the course of a day.  People die and there is never a good time for it to happen to anyone. 

There was an older gentleman sitting across from me on the M train.  It was about 6:30am, so I didn’t think much of it when he started leaning over.  It was when he kept going when most people would jerk awake that about 5 of us took action.  We asked if anyone knew CPR in our car, and when we pulled into the next station, we held the doors open and shouted for a doctor (there was a firefighter on the train with us who knew CPR, because that’s how things are in NYC).  No response during CPR.  The older gentleman’s lips were turning blue. 

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics took over and after 2 minutes of no reaction, I watched something that will always haunt my soul existentially, the way this pic does:  The paramedic yelled at this man that he had to get up because he’d be late for work.  And he got a response.  I don’t know if the older man made it, but he had a pulse when they took him up the stairs to the ambulance.

We all got back on the train and headed off to work.  And I sat there completely traumatized by the fact that this man was such a slave to his job that the threat of being late to work restarted his heart.  It’s been over 10 years and I’m still not sure how or to what degree it affected me.  Only that it did.  I’m not bothered by not knowing.  Sometimes you have to let the heavy sit to understand the weight before you can put it down.

[sunflowersturn]

You know I’ve seen this post go around a couple times and I’ve always wondered, is it really that the old man was a slave to a wage? Because I could see this working before we developed things like wages.

I could see a fallen hunter, blue in the lips and refusing to respond no matter how much you pound on his chest like the healers tell you to do, until you scream at him that he’s going to miss the hunt! He’s going to hold up the whole group if he doesn’t get out of his bedroll this SECOND—and his heart starts thumping in his chest again.

It’s not about how he’s given his life to the grind and the paramedic grabbed onto his heartstrings for a final twist. That paramedic just knew what humans have always known—urgency and responsibility will get a response. You tell a person that other people are depending on them, you’d be surprised what they accomplish.

[theothin]

there are a lot of things you could shout at me to increase my heart rate. being late for work is just one that’s easy to guess for someone on a morning train

someone dying is horrifying. someone coming back to life from activating the right part of their brain is (if true) really fucking cool

[h0ndayot4]

RONAN LYNCH — the bull-headed boy, the two-headed calf

call down the hawk - maggie stiefvater / minotaur, bronze sculpture (1990) — pedro requejo novoa / the minotaur (painting) - wikipedia excerpt / the minotaur, oil on canvas (1885) -  george frederic watts / the elektra complex — joan tierney / call down the hawk — maggie stiefvater / frankenstein — mary shelley / greywarren — maggie stiefvater / house of asterion — jorge luis borges / the dream thieves — maggie stiefvater / labyrinthus hic habitat minotaurus [fig.32. - graffito at pompeii. (museo borbonico.)] — mazes and labyrinths: a general account of their history and developments / call down the hawk — maggie stiefvater / house of asterion — jorge luis borges / greywaren — maggie stiefvater / the two-headed calf — laura gilpin / greywaren — maggie stiefvater 

[haleyatwell]

SABRINA CARPENTER Vogue Magazine (March 2025)

[ceramicdoggies]

[sketcch-deactivated20240101]

the weight of all the things you (haven't) done.

[extravierge]

[ID: A shaky digital sketch of a person at a table, staring at an analog clock with their head in their hands. Brightly colored scribbly lines shoot out of the top of their head over a black background.]

[anxeious]

[metamorphesque]

A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis

[huyandere]

some strawhats being silly

[unsubconscious]

Anne-Marie Zanetti, (Australian, b. 1965) “Abundant”, oil on linen, 85 x 145 cm

[teaboot]

OIL ON LINEN

[penandinkprincess]

the real challenge of adulthood that no one tells you about in advance is how many goddamn pieces of paper you have to keep up with that are never important until they are suddenly VERY important

[teaboot]

PEOPLE BECOMING ADULTS OR ADULTS WHO ARE LIKE ME

-Take photos of all legal documents / pay stubs / tax forms / receipts you can be reimbursed for

-Email them to yourself with the document name and date in the subject line (IE 2025-01-01_Work Expenses_Staples Receipt)

-AND/OR save them to a device

-AND/OR save them to a hard drive

-AND (optional) keep physical copies in the same shoebox under your bed you keep your birth certificate/passport/SIN card inside

Sincerely,

A Person Who Lost Their Original Copy Of Their Lease And Now Pays $500 Extra A Month Because Landlords Are Monsters

[glowcowboy]

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

[its-your-mind]

the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw

[beautifulterriblequeen]

We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.

[dear-ao3]

night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you

[mournfulroses]

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

[11990904]

[heartofa15thlion]

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