LibrarianLadyX

The ‘move’ hands gesture, the mirroring, the way they’re both leaning toward her… I don’t know what I prefer.

 There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything. I am all. I am that I am.

Parks and Recreation – 4.10: Citizen Knope

Coruscant contemporary art scene really must be something

Amazing

no i’m fine it’s just that lestat can recognize claudia by the the way that she walks and the sound of her heart :(

The truth is, I’ve never cared for the National Anthem. If you think about it, it’s not a good song. Too high for most of us with “the rockets red glare” and then there are the bombs. (Always, always, there is war and bombs.) Once, I sang it at homecoming and threw even the tenacious high school band off key. But the song didn’t mean anything, just a call to the field, something to get through before the pummeling of youth. And what of the stanzas we never sing, the third that mentions “no refuge could save the hireling and the slave”? Perhaps, the truth is, every song of this country has an unsung third stanza, something brutal snaking underneath us as we blindly sing the high notes with a beer sloshing in the stands hoping our team wins. Don’t get me wrong, I do like the flag, how it undulates in the wind like water, elemental, and best when it’s humbled, brought to its knees, clung to by someone who has lost everything, when it’s not a weapon, when it flickers, when it folds up so perfectly you can keep it until it’s needed, until you can love it again, until the song in your mouth feels like sustenance, a song where the notes are sung by even the ageless woods, the short-grass plains, the Red River Gorge, the fistful of land left unpoisoned, that song that’s our birthright, that’s sung in silence when it’s too hard to go on, that sounds like someone’s rough fingers weaving into another’s, that sounds like a match being lit in an endless cave, the song that says my bones are your bones, and your bones are my bones, and isn’t that enough?

More photos of my finished Bee Dress (2026)

Danusha Laméris, Bonfire Opera: Poems

Huge news everybody did you know you can just embroider whatever you want onto a jacket

Transformation from not shiny to shiny!

untitled by keith haring, vinyl paint on vinyl tarpaulin, 1982.

flower pots 🥰🪴🌻

Tag! You're It! - My 2nd year film :D

Community (2009—2015) 3.16: “Virtual Systems Analysis”

— Clarence Clemons on Bruce’s earlier songwriting from Real Life and Tall Tales

— Bruce Springsteen, Springsteen on Broadway