every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation

u know someone’s about to get dragged through the mud when an academic uses the phrase ‘it’s tempting to assume’

“it’s tempting to assume” is academic speaking for “you might think, if you’re a fucking idiot,”

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

Honestly, it's like picking up a book and saying "I know all these words, I can type, I could have written this" like there's no middle step between the technical ability and the finished work.

yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when

saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023

no no that’s a bop, i love it

vvitch better have my money

payeth me what thee owe me

this is black phillip, the money goat! reblog in 10 sec and money will come your way so you can live deliciously

reblogging to live deliciously

tumblr isn’t considered a social media because everyone on here is just talking to themselves

Every line had me screaming

💣💣💣

She went in and didn’t hold back anything she just straight up murdered every bit of him

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Gonna try it. Need me some good luck.

GOD I just want to be CREATIVE but all my energy is being used to survive

this is one of those "you put it into words" kind of posts. right on.

why does so much post apocalypse media have people wearing straight up bdsm/fetish gear like. do the kinksters watch the world ending and think “oh boy i can wear my bondage gear in public now”

shout out to the people who occasionally find and reblog this Superior version of the post