this is what is happening between us when i like your vent post
If you ever feel like you’ve made bad decisions just remember that somewhere out there is a theatre director at an all-white high school about to choose the spring musical
national poetry month, day 2
Hunger Camp at Jasło Write it. Write. In ordinary ink on ordinary paper: they were given no food, they all died of hunger. “All. How many? It’s a big meadow. How much grass for each one?” Write: I don’t know. History counts its skeletons in round numbers. A thousand and one remains a thousand, as though the one had never existed: an imaginary embryo, an empty cradle, an ABC never read, air that laughs, cries, grows, emptiness running down steps toward the garden, nobody’s place in the line. We stand in the meadow where it became flesh, and the meadow is silent as a false witness. Sunny. Green. Nearby, a forest with wood for chewing and water under the bark— every day a full ration of the view until you go blind. Overhead, a bird— the shadow of its life-giving wings brushed their lips. Their jaws opened. Teeth clacked against teeth. At night, the sickle moon shone in the sky and reaped wheat for their bread. Hands came floating from blackened icons, empty cups in their fingers. On a spit of barbed wire, a man was turning. They sang with their mouths full of earth. “A lovely song of how war strikes straight at the heart.” Write: how silent. “Yes.” —Wisława Szymborska
literally sincerely the people's princess
Saul Steinberg- Untitled (Four Cats), New York, USA, 1950
I think this is a good time to remind ourselves that things like deaths happen outside of here. Not here. A life at Lumon is protected from such things. And I think a great potential response to that from all of you is gratitude.
Severance (2022-) 1.02 - Half-Loop dir. Ben Stiller
Andrew Wyeth, The Carry, 2003, Tempera on panel
Wish I was a late bronze age girl
I would have my homeland invaded by the sea peoples. I would be lain siege to by the sea peoples. My cities would be sacked by the sea peoples. I would make bronze tools and pottery. My shores would be invaded by the mysterious sea peoples. I would be mustering my armies to fend off the sea peoples.
Walrus By: Fred Bruemmer From: Natural History Magazine 1977
saw this image and felt an incredible urge to paint it
ever since i learned about ghost buildings i haven't been able to stop thinking about them
this is body horror
I hope to never grow tired of this photo of a life saving tamales vendor
(Carl Mydans. 1939)
So I've been learning French for a while and 'faire' is actually an incredible word. Like what a fucking breakthrough in economy of language.
Faire is a verb that is usually translated into English as "to do/to make," but it covers way more actions than that, which is very confusing for new speakers. because (I have realized) that's not really what faire means.
Faire is actually a word that just gestures vaguely in the direction of the object of the sentence and goes "you know." "Je fais du velo." "Je fais du courses." "Je fais mes valises." I'm biking. I go grocery shopping. I'm packing my bags. You're just sort of pointing at a bike and going "you know, the obvious thing you'd do with it."
English: "You mean RIDE it??"
French: "Sure whatever."
Like idk I just really enjoy the concept of a catch-all verb that you can just slap onto almost anything because who fucking gives a shit, you get the idea. There's a bike. what do you think I'm going to do with it.
yeah man that verb does everything! you could even call it. you could call it a r. a renn. you could call it a renais -- a renaissance f --
I sit on my little skeptic throne of witchcraft and enjoy it all because either magic is real and I’m very in tune with myself and the world around me, or it’s not and I become a master of meditation and good mental attitude and I get a fuck ton of shiny little trinkets and nicknacks that bring me immense joy there is no losing here
Sneak peek of my new gouache paintings series, The Inner Cosmos 🌙🌠




