epithets

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an incomplete collection of tweets i consider to be short poems

i have some too

And I was like that happened 1,000 years ago. Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability “come see.” And the adult went.

so this shaman-grandmother-sculptor, who was buried with her pet fox by the way, had children running through her workshop and touching everything she made while she was at her mysterious work of creating the world's oldest ceramics, none of which appear to be bowls, bottles, pots, or any "useful" items at all, but rather a collection of animal and human and sometimes anthropomorphic figures, some of which appear to be self portraits. exactly the same as sandersstudios' grandmother being led to the garden by an excited baby. we've all been the same for 30,000 years.

to be haunted - jessie lynn mcmains / haunting of hill house / @catilinas / angela deane / pope alexander - crywank / @martyrdomism / ocean vuong / philip larkin

a concise chinese english dictionary for lovers, xiaolu guo // fleabag (2019), phoebe waller-bridge // staying with the troubleL making kin in the chthulucene, donna haraway // dalton day // the stranger, albert camus // on earthe we’re briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong

—about god

made for @unicorn-incorporated absolutely insane fic don't play gay chicken with a strap top for the #WangXian Summer Minibang 2022, go give it some love <3

ok so

Valzhyna Mort, from Music for the Dead and Resurrected: Poems; “Genesis” 

in yunmeng, the night before a wedding

[kofi]