sorrow is not my name by Ross Gay —after Gwendolyn Brooks

i adore my bloodthirsty lizard so much

Hello all, I will be tabling at LACC this weekend at Table E18!! For the first time, I will be selling original watercolors! Exclusively of BG3 characters because that's all I can think about (yes Wyll/Karlach/Gale are happening too dw)

I will also have RHS books, stickers, the remaining stock of the RHS NSFW zines!!!, and enamel pins. Please come on by and say hello

“can anyone hear me” and “its so dark in here” and “who said that” have got to be some of my fav things to say on a post because it brings to mind being locked in a room or lost in a cave, probably because of what youve said. not being called out in desperation, but in much calmer yet still resigned-to-your-fate way. in the case of “who said that” you’re saying something out the side of your mouth or under your breath, sometimes just fully out loud, then feigning bewilderment to whip around and look behind you. Sometimes in this case you’re in a vast and empty wheat field with no audience anyway. In all cases you’re definitely some sort of madman or loon or otherwise totally bonkers. just a glimpse into how my Posting Interpretation is.

FRAN KRANZ as MARTY in THE CABIN IN THE WOODS (2011) — dir. Drew Goddard

~ really felt like my blog needed more cassie sandsmark ~

Another day of light rain and the moss looks so happy

kate o’hare was a socialist + antiwar activist, jailed during WWI for promoting said views—and yeah this incident recorded in her journals is fucking me up

When her 14-year-old son visited, [Kate] O’Hare was upset that warders denied him permission to play his trumpet for her. But they had no control over what happened outside the prison’s walls. “Last night we were locked in our cells waiting for the lights to be turned out when suddenly I heard a sweet but wavering note that I instantly recognized as Dick’s cornet… Nothing ever sounded sweeter than the noble strains of ‘Lead Kindly Light.’ Before the first bar was ended a dead silence reigned … From cell to cell a whisper ran ‘Be still and listen—it is Mrs. O’Hare’s son!’ No artist ever held an audience more breathless … When he played ‘Silver Threads among the Gold’ I could hear the women sobbing.”

cassie design process (4th was first draft)

looking at cassie’s different eras just made me kinda sad with the kinda forced feminisation (?)

i just think tomboy cassie (masc lesbian if u will) is peak

starting to understand one another

artisanal hand-crafted durge memes

Paladin / Oathbreaker / Bard

god made molluscs and then everything else was an accident

idk who needs to hear this but when your english teacher asks you to explain why an author chose to use a specific metaphor or literary device, it’s not because you won’t be able to function in real-world society without the essential knowledge of gatsby’s green light or whatever, it’s because that process develops your abilities to parse a text for meaning and fill in gaps in information by yourself, and if you’re wondering what happens when you DON’T develop an adult level of reading comprehension, look no further than the dizzying array of examples right here on tumblr dot com

we need to bring back inviting people over for cake and coffee. my grandma used to do that all the time and I think it's a lost art