the tortured poets department. an anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. this period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. there is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. and upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. this writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.

it’s crazy how much diversity there can be in one species…these are all pictures of the same bird species (red-tailed hawk)

someone tell my why im manic after miss maas posted #acowhatttt

that woman really has me gnawing on my arm, zooming in my room and making up the most insane shit like maybe we get a novella sometime in the fall lmaooooo💀

strolling through the book flea market (II)

An illustration I did in this week New Yorker for an article about feral cats in California by Jonathan Franzen. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/01/01/how-the-no-kill-movement-betrays-its-name

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with distinctive twisted branches, live oak trees flourish on Cumberland Island

i just have to post these here bc i think about this DAILY

Minster Gate Bookshop, York

Wim Wenders and Otto Sander on the set of ‘Wings of Desire’ (1987)

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

palettes of a rose

Posting this for the people who think that Tolkien's world-building was something complete and entire and finished before he started to write.

You always learn and discover your story and your world as you write. Sometimes you are just the first reader.

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

Fall in Seattle Camera: Canon A-1 Film: Kodak Portra 400

Random writing thought: the best stories are often the ones that only you could have written — but also the ones that you could only write at this one moment.

I couldn't write All the Birds in the Sky from scratch now if I tried. But the me of 2013 couldn't have written The Prodigal Mother either.

“But I still don’t know how to fix myself.” “There’s nothing broken to be fixed,” he said fiercely.” ― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames