pleonastic, fantastic.

I loved to read poetry aloud to feel the resonance of the words. But my husband and children didn’t want to know a thing about poetry and ran away. One day I went near henhouse to read alone. Chicken and hens came to me and sat around to listen. Ever sine I go to read to the chicken, and it seems they are always enjoying the poetry. I thank the Virgin for the miracle of giving me this audience.

Hend al-Mansour

 Siegfried and Kriemhild, 1807 by Henry Fuseli (1741–1825)

appreciation post for funky shorts

Lizzo by Adrienne Raquel

Cette moquette doit être pleine de bêtes

Buddies’ bodies

Feel free to use for whatever! I’d appreciate it if you’d credit me though! Here’s some positivity for my lesbians of color 🍒🍒

Red Princess by Mel Odom 1980

Victoria Peak - Hong Kong (by Nicolas Vollmer)