Ten is giggling and clapping in the background.
if the tenth doctor has a million fans, i am one of them. if the tenth doctor has ten fans, i am one of them. if the tenth doctor has only one fan, that is me. if the tenth doctor has no fans, that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against the tenth doctor, then i am against the world.
Alice Walker, from “Even As I Hold You”, Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990
[text: Even as I hold you I think of you as someone gone far, far away.
Even as I hold you I am letting go.]
midnight-charm
Afrodita Dorado photographed by Tom Newton for Into The Gloss
Stylist: Lilli Milhiser Makeup: Emi Kaneko
Source: intothegloss.com
“I burned so long and so quiet, you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.”
— Annelyse Gelman, from “The Pillowcase” in Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.- Vincent Van Gogh
“..the June nights are long and warm; the roses flowering; and the garden full of lust and bees..”
— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vanessa Bell c. June 1926
Clarice Lispector, tr. by Giovanni Pontiero, Perto do Coração Selvagem
[ Text ID: Why not? Why not try to fall in love? Why not try to live? ]
The Lingaraja Temple in Bhubaneshwar, India, James P. Blair.
so sick of television revivals and showrunners relying on the nostalgia factor to boost ratings and stay relevant. except for david tennant coming back on doctor who, that's fine and, in fact, encouraged,
Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
[Text ID: So what should I say? When? When I love someone? You should say it.]
july in appalachia by keaton st. james
(patreon)
[poem text: ma says there’s an angel in the creek out behind old mr. henry’s shack. she saw it when she was seven years old, playing by herself while her pa helped mr. henry with his hay bales: sliced her bare foot open on a jagged rock, and the angel swam towards the blood in the water.
ma looked right into the angel’s six blind eyes and asked him, “how come you’re down here, sleepin’ in the mud, when you could be up in heaven, plantin’ sunflowers for god?”
his wings were like a dragonfly’s, transparent and glimmerin’, and his halo was a ring of algae. the angel grinned, three rows of sharp teeth, and said, “girlie, god has plans for the bluegills too.”
end poem text.]