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oxytocxins · 1 year

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I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)

#my art #art #illustration #mary oliver #sleeping in the forest #poetry #body horror #plants #botany #fungi #artists on tumblr #lgbtq #lgbtq art #queer art #wlw art

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zuzu-draws · 5 months

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Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #uraume #jjk sukuna #jjk uraume #true form sukuna #og sukuna #heian era #king of curses #fan art #my art #jjk art #sukuna when he's not out terrorising villagers and sorcerers: I eat drink and sleep #oh and maybe he likes to read stuff? write poetry? too? but today he's gonna sleep like a lazy cat instead #Food tastes better when you're eating it with another person #so i HC Sukuna doesn't mind having Uraume eating along with him #:')

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mournfulroses · 22 days

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Mary Oliver, from The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver; "Sleeping In The Forest,"

#lit #mary oliver #sleeping in the forest #poetry #words #writings #quotes #fragments #typography #quote #p

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hayatheauthor · 20 days

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"Why do you care so much about accidentally leaving people out?" Because I've had friend groups where they were the planets and I was their Pluto.

I've had friend groups where our dynamics revolved around a Sun, with everyone vying for their attention if only to bask in their light for a mere moment. Where our thinly strung bonds collapsed the second our Sun left.

I've had friend groups where they bonded as Saturn's rings, finding solace in their shared shortcomings while isolating those more talented than them.

But I've also had friend groups where we bond as Neptune and Uranus—so similar we could be known as twins. Friend groups like Venus and Earth: so awfully different, yet it was those differences that kept us together.

And I would rather create a social system like the latter than the former.

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asoftepiloguemylove · 5 months

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KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER // ON THE LONELINESS AFTER ABANDONMENT

S.A. Khanum "Rome Falls," Kingdoms in the Wild // boygenius Not Strong Enough // Fleurie Love and War // unknown // Sleeping At Last Mother // Catherynne M. Valente Deathless // @heavensghost // pinterest // Mitski I Don't Smoke

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depressedlover2000 · 1 year

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shisasan · 6 months

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I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

Mary Oliver, Sleeping in the Forest

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batwynn · 12 days

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Meet me in the mud.

#poem #poetry #poems on tumblr #fossils #comic #sleep #tired #forever tired #archeology #geology

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boyinterrrupted · 1 month

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what a dream 💤

#unhinged #girl interrupted #black swan #poetry #coquette #the virgin suicides #girlblogging #priscilla presley #ultraviolence #i need sleep #mazzy star #lana del rey #film #possession

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sentientsky · 5 months

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“i could fix him”, “i could make him worse”. yeah, well, I could meet him at the genesis of the universe, where the spaces between matter first gain sentience, and spark and spit their way into being—where the cradle of stars first take on a definitive kind of gravity and heat. I could be the engineer of creation. I could ask a question. I could stand across from him on a battlefield, trembling and reeking of ichor. I could hit the ground retching, all the bones in my body turning brackish and oil-slicked. I could lurch my way into a new world, a recalibration of reality in which I only know kindness as a set of snapping jaws, as a thing to flinch away from. I could meet him in the garden, then, when the air's all hyacinth and dripping gold. And I could ache. Oh, how I could ache. I could follow him through every wretched moment of history. I could trail after him like a hollow-eyed dog. I could hide my irises, could hide the brutal bloodiness of an all-too-human heart. I could hold the gun as I pretend not to pray, as I taste bile and will my hands to steadiness. I could trust him. And I could ache. I could bite my tongue, cypher the words in my mouth, gnash them between jagged teeth. I could swallow my heart. I could go slower. I could meet him at the end of the world, when hope claws its way up my throat, hungry and keening like a treacherous thing.

I could kiss him with six thousand years of want lodged and breaking in the mausoleum of my chest. I could hand him the blade; I could let him twist the knife. I could be forgiven. And still I could ache.

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actual-changeling · 6 months

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do you think crowley ever stopped time simply to look at aziraphale's face for a little while longer? to commit it to memory because it's all he has?

do you think it was perfectly harmless, like those handful of stolen minutes that one evening in the bookshop when he had taken off his vest and laughed with enough joy to make the room glow? or one early morning in the park when the sunlight hit his cheekbones just so and crowley wanted the world to be nothing but golden and blue angel for a little bit longer?

do you think it became more desperate after the apocalypse-that-wasn't? time stopped out of fear, to check a room again and again, to frantically try and remember every freckle and lock of hair just in case something was going to happen to him, to them?

(just in case just in case just in case)

do you think at one point, drunk and half-stuck in his nightmares, crowley sat on the bookshop's floor in the middle of the night after having stopped time the second he snapped awake in his flat? aziraphale was completely unaware of his presence and curled up in his armchair with a good book, but crowley pressed his knees to his chest and looked at him without blinking for what might have been hours as well as days.

time frozen at his bidding, listening to the voice of the being who had once been the starmaker, and when he allowed it to keep moving (back in bed, awake, staring at the ceiling) the world exhaled a breath no one knew it had been holding.

do you think he stopped it right after the kiss?

it was instinct, he hadn't meant to, but crowley knew exactly which words were about to leave his mouth, and every cell in his body had rebelled. his heart had already been broken, yes, but when he sank to the floor in a familiar spot and looked up at him, he could pretend everything was fine.

just for a little bit. he deserves that much, right?

crowley took off his glasses and rested his chin on his arms, knees drawn up against his chest like they are wont to be, and tried to imagine what his life was going to be like once he pressed play.

do you think he was tempted to simply let it be? to freeze everything for as long as he could manage and die and turn to dust once all his power had run out?

i love you he said like so many times before, always into frozen silence. three words, every single time, nothing else.

i love you.

crowley knew he had to let it- him go eventually, but where's the harm in living in the moment for a little while longer? so he sat and watched, unmoving and unblinking, and wished he could turn back time instead of stopping it.

then again, (i love you, he whispers, right before he let's him go), he wasn't sure if he would want to reverse any of this. it was worth it, all of it, even if it ended like this.

crowley never liked tragedies—maybe because he knew he had been living in one all along.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #im literally writing until my sleep meds finally kick in because having thoughts is unbearable :)#sorry for all the angsty poetry shit

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 26 days

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i dig his earnest soul & neglected middle child vibes. he's so Charming and for what reason!

#perhaps i just enjoy pathetic men!#perhaps i relate to how he's treated! who's to say!#grabbing him and putting him on my trinket shelf #i'd listen to his poetry. i'd hate every fucking second but i Would listen <3 #look at him! Look! i want to perhaps toss him around in a sack!#there is a 3d model of him in my mind and im just. violently spinning him #my fav pillars: latter & toodaloo THANKS I LOVE THEM.#scribble salad #latter pillar #welcome home puppet show #ok its time to queue this and sleep. im seeing spiders #you know it's time to sleep when the trash bag strings turn into a tarantula!#god. latter. i love him and his too many stupid fucking limbs AGH HE'S SO PERFECT.#howdy's just a hater smh. and repressed as shit - i see him. he's not fooling Me....

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mournfulroses · 6 months

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Dylan Thomas, from The Collected Poems; "In Country Sleep,"

#lit #dylan thomas #country sleep #poetry #p

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monstersandbrothers · 1 month

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I know this isn’t like news but oh my god. Dean breaks sooooo fast when it comes to sam. He has the hardest principles in the WORLD until it comes to sam. Fresh blood “i’ve been looking up to you since i was fOUR DEAN” “alright, we’ll hole up.” and then in s14 he’s so adamant that he will not be talked out of his plan to be buried in the ocean trapped with Michael and even tells sam as much and avoids sam for as long as he possibly can because he KNOWS sam will talk him out of it. And then oh would you look at that. One pouty little brother face and one “please” and one brotherlover fistfight hug and dean folds like an origami swan. Well shit Okay Sammy let’s go home. god it’s so sexy. He never stood a chance against the insane littlebrotherism. ITS SO SEXY

#and ur telling me if sam had asked dean to kiss him Dean would’ve said no??? bffr #it’s pure poetry baby #I sleep so peacefully at night knowing Dean can never say no to sam 😌#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #weirdcest #gencest #samdean

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strykerlancer · 1 month

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“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”

— Margaret Atwood, from “Variation on the Word Sleep.”

#Margaret Atwood #Variation On The Word Sleep #words #literature #poetry #quotes #out of my collection #lit

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depressedlover2000 · 1 year

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