August moonrise over the Absaroka Range
8/23
Richard Siken, Crush/Lora Mathis, If There's A Way Out I'll Take It
Angela Carter, from “The Lady of the House of Love”, The Bloody Chamber & Other Stories
hey idk who needed to hear this but. being able to push yourself to function through pain does not, in fact, make you able bodied
if you were able bodied you wouldn’t be in pain at all. btw.
to be clear it is normal to be sore/have some pain if you’re doing high stress stuff like long runs, exercising, heavy lifting, etc etc. but if you’re in pain because you Walked or Stood Up. that’s not how your body is supposed to work.
im still young i still have time im still young i still have time im still young i still have time [lays on the floor wasting my time]
Cold War
Marching on routinely Operose and war weary In this muddled head I seek times of peace Neglecting all telltales The quixotic battler Learning through pain Messages within gashes Healing myself guardedly Survival is inconclusive
wpm
killing jar
collecting figments
dust motes suspended in
shafts of, insight pinned penned
like butterflies on display
baubles hung there
slightly askew
unable to convey -that
which isn’t said
was never said
it doesn’t matter why it ended these almost explanations skirting around the margins paraphrasing repentance and unspoken substitutions exposed -artfully yet bereft meaning
Truthfully none of us are even asking for joy. We are just asking for a little peace. We are praying for the world to hurt us a little less, for our tired hearts to have a little rest.
-Nikita Gill
I took a pic of Hydrangeas. Then made this in PS. You can still see some flowers in it!
Svetlana Samovarova (Latvian)
Spring has come again, 2022
soft dry pastel, pastel on paper
It's alright if you love me
It's alright if you don't
I'm not afraid of you running away, honey
I get the feeling you won't
You see, there is no sense in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We've said all there is to say
Go ahead and give it to me ....
Leila Chatti, from Deluge; “Portrait of the illness as nightmare”
[Text ID: “Your heart hisses in its cage.”]
