poet-devon
"life is too short to live without poetry"
Devon (they/them). 23. White. Student. Poet.
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'Nipaa' Is A Complete Sentence
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“I feel very weak and am going to bed. I love you more and more if that is possible.”
— Frédéric Chopin, from a letter to M. C. Pleyel written c. December 1841
(via violentwavesofemotion)
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Kuchisake-onna/Slit-Mouthed Woman
Kuchisake-onna is a malevolent figure in Japanese urban legends and folklore. Described as the malicious spirit, or onryō, of a woman. Some stories say she covers her fave with a mask, others say she covers her face with an item and she carries some sort of sharp object.
According to popular legend, she asks those who come across her if they think she is attractive. If they say “no”, she kills them with her sharp weapon. If they say “yes”, she removes her mask or shows them her full face to reveal that her mouth is slit from ear to ear. She then asks the question again. If they say “no”, she kills them. If they say “yes”, she will cut the corners of the victim’s mouth to resemble her own disfigurement.
#the Kuchisake-onna is my best friend and she is the absolute best yokai#fr tho i love her i love /bad/ women in folklore#there's a few different back stories for her
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Sevip, güvenip, değer verdiğim insanlar yıktı yok etti beni.
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‘The Seven Types of Literary Conflict’ (my cartoon for yesterday’s Guardian)
#writing
p.s. New book here: tomgauld.com/comic-books-v2
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All the gifs about selkies
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i wish i was still a child so i could just find a bunch of leaves and put them in a bowl and pour things in it and give it to someone and they would say “thank u, mmm good soup” and pretend to eat it and just accept that as my affection instead of like……… talking to me about things like whats happening or how things are
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oh yes it’s quiz time again. this time, an age old question about gay dynamics: are you the spoiled royal or the long-suffering knight?
(disclaimer: this is in a fantasy setting. irl royals deserve the guillotine)
#neither#BUT it says i'll get romance too just w/ less drama and yearning#tho i do love me some good yearning
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Choose your Shakespeare quarantine house! How self indulgent and chaotic do you want it?
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“I worshipped the myth I made of you, but I’m off my knees / now.”
— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Eros,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod
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There’s something so intimate
about the love we can exchange
in the open, without suspicion.
There’s beauty in the tension held
by the distance, or lack thereof,
in fingers brushing against shared
tasks and promised favors and
secrets sent through touch.
There’s something so beautiful
about loving you without fear,
even if it’s just for a moment.
-a quiet, safe love
#poetry#my writing#writeblr#poem#love poem#this is tumblr brand hands & yearning gayness right here#but... it's so real....
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Any dark academic born after 1950 can't write, all they know is make moodboard, be gay, go on tumblr, find homoerotic subtext, yearn and lie.
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I used to weave crowns
If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, translated by Anne Carson
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“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh (first published 1914)
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