leftbooblover:

“You’re a smart girl, Harrowhark. You might turn some of that brain to the toughest lesson: that of grief.”

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fellator:

doesn’t it piss you off that you have to find something to eat every single day. every one of them. just every day. you gotta eat something

illumiiiz:

guy who is burnt out beyond recognition and can barely get through the workday just to collapse into bed when he gets home voice: I have got to make art again. it will heal me

rabbithearteddd:

after love by joseph fasano Now that you have lost
another version of you,
walk out through the new moon
in the spruces
and lie down in the deep
of the clearing.
Listen: they are still here,
the wild things,
migrations moving on again from winter.
All your life
you heard a word
of the singing,
all your life
admitted just a bit of it,
all your life
a new part
in the dark. Wake now. Stay here
in your waking
and do it, finally
do it: open
to the whole of it, the whole of it,
the wind that sings
what’s been since the beginning.
Listen. Listen. Listen.
There is no one
you’re betraying
in your changes
when you become the whole wild song of what you are.ALT

“After Love” by Joseph Fasano (transcript in alt text)

koifrog:

michaeladavenport:

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Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)

30in x 48in

From the artist’s Inprnt:

“3,090 degrees Fahrenheit is the temperature at which sand becomes glass, in a process known as the Pilkington Process. This is not the temperature of burning; this is the temperature of becoming something.”

extollingtheeveryday:

November By Maggie Dietz Show's over, folks. And didn't October do A bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated cries Of migrating geese, low-floating coral moon.  Nothing left but fool's gold in the trees. Did I love it enough, the full-throttle foliage, While it lasted? Was I dazzled? The bees  Have up and quit their last-ditch flights of forage And gone to shiver in their winter clusters. Field mice hit the barns, big squirrels gorge  On busted chestnuts. A sky like hardened plaster Hovers. The pasty river, its next of kin, Coughs up reed grass fat as feather dusters.  Even the swarms of kids have given in To winter's big excuse, boxed-in allure: TVs ricochet light behind pulled curtains.  The days throw up a closed sign around four. The hapless customer who'd wanted something Arrives to find lights out, a bolted door.ALT

Maggie Dietz, “November” [ID in alt text]

slugbus:

autumn/winter affirmations:

  • 7 p.m. is not late
  • your day is not over at 7 p.m.
  • you are allowed to leave your house after it gets dark
  • 7 p.m. is so early

callmebarbie:

mandarin clementine tangerine whoever named the citrus family did an amazing job

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Just some wishful thinking 😔

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Homestuck panels vs shots in the Homestuck pilot

bonus round: the montage at the end

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Claudia Keep (American, b. 1993, Low Moor, VA, USA, based Burlington, VT, USA) - Dog Park, After Dark, 2022, Paintings: Oil on cradled Wood Panel

terezis:

ok i haven’t yet watched the homestuck pilot but i heard that they replaced some/all of the pesterlogs with voice calls, which since i haven’t seen the pilot i can’t pass judgement on, BUT

i think the idea of everyone constantly getting fed up with karkat’s shouting and hanging up on him mid sentence is way funnier than blocking him over text. that is really good

janusfnc14:

onehobgoblin:

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I really like dungeon meshi, so take this bit of propaganda

It’s working

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