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open his head,baby & you'll find a heart in it ( cracked )

open that heart,mabel & you'll find a bed in it ( fact )

open this bed,sibyl & you'll find a tart in it ( wed )

open the tart,lady & you'll find his mind in it ( dead )

ee cummings

i love finding poetry in the mundane, and yesterday i stumbled upon something that just hits that spot

So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They've never used another charger for said phone.

Now, they've tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn't matter how much they've searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.

The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: "The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they've mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place."

And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there's a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they've destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They've hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.

This too is toxic yuri to me-

Sometimes you don’t understand art until you’ve experienced something that connects you with it, whatever that experience may be, whether you have words for it or not. With that, I give you Sara Teasdale’s “I Am Not Yours”

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

Did you all know that long ago, Neil's fans posted photos from the bath?

Welcome to Tumblr, 2012. Just as adorable and quirky as Tumblr of today, and with just as much Neil Gaiman appreciation, but with fewer fans to fuel the fads:

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(I went looking for Good Omens clues in the time capsule that is the internet, and Tumblr decided that it knew best and instead sent me down this rabbit hole from which I may never recover. 1 point to Tumblr; please send help)

Why were people doing this?? I think it's because there's a poem, Bathing with Gaiman, by Zenobia Frost @zenfrost

And it inspired a dedicated blog, @bathbookneil-blog, featuring an entire collection of fan photos reading his books… in the bath.

Neil encouraged fans to read their books "in the bath naked, fully dressed, they can be of any gender or all, masked, alone, or in groups of as many of them as can fit into a bath." He also suggested trying to read while showering, a feat he said he's attempted, unsuccessfully.

When asked, Neil agreed to share a photo of himself reading in the bath if the donations for the free Audible release of Click-Clack the Rattle Bag reached 100,000 downloads/dollars.

He promised fans a "proper nakedy bath" with some discreet bubbles.

Alas!

I'm not about to reveal a long-lost photo of Neil in the bath.

The donations didn't reach the goal, and the bath-photo-sharing trend quietly wound down.

But maybe he gave us this glorious moment with David Tennant-as-Aziraphale-as-Crowley, to make up for it:

[gif credits @tenthrees, @ferndaphnia, and @bringthekaos]

[ID: text reading:

Frequently Asked Questions:

How did you become like this? How was your childhood? Do your loved ones find you constantly grating? "Your clinician may ask to talk to family or loved ones to get complete information on the ways that your symptoms are [affecting] you. "Did you know you can lead a normal and fulfilling life? Did you know no one will ever truly love you? Do you know what compassion feels like? Do you care? How does anyone deal with you? How should I talk to you? Wow, you seem so different from everyone else who fits this arbitrary group of symptoms that I vaguely know. Why are you different? Are you special? Are you stupid? Are you human? Are you cursed? Are you monstrous? Are you possessed? Are you made of metal? Is rust eating you from the inside out? Are you a real boy? Are you a real girl? Are you raw meat? Are you beautiful? Are you an angel corrupted by pride upon seeing the shape of god? Are you an abstract painting? How can I make you what I want you to be in my singular narrative? end ID]

frequently asked questions, sunny valentine

it truly is so strange that richard siken's work in tumblr/queer circles is known for this sort of pure yet devoted gay love when the devotion is actually obsessive and the purity is nonexistent. i half wonder if half the people who claimed to be fans of his poetry have not actually read crush or war of the foxes, just seen the bits about being in a car with a beautiful boy, and wearing the boy's jacket, or the inability to touch the stars. but have you actually read "you are jeff?" did you read all twenty four verses and the part about confusing the intimacy of a father, an uncle, a lover? did you read the part about a fraternal brawl on the side of the highway, the refusal to watch it from the inside of a car, the comparison of love to cancer? or did you take the entirety of crush to be a story about not being able to tell someone you love them? because yes, that's important, but the violence of the entire poetry collection has somehow been lost to the internet. crush's cover is a man wiping blood from his lips. the collection is about grief, love, obsession, violence, youth, self-destructiveness, mental health. it's not just "gay yearning" and god if that implication hasn't messed up so many people's goddamn perception.

Hole Theory, Thomasin Frances (15/10/2022)

Little Red Riding Wolf - Jason Schneiderman / x / Black Iris - Leah Raeder / Gleinpir - Walton Ford / x / 940 Main Street - Erin Moran / Doctor Who s1e13 / Ghismomda With The Heart Of Guiscardo - Bernardino Mei / Friends Forever - Wayne McKenzie / The Beast - Frank Bidart

blind!Jon au fanart I did a while ago for the "1 palette 2 many artists" challenge on a tma discord server

Hey hello. Consider. Hobie reading over and suggesting edits to drafts of Peter's writing and then going home visually with clippings and quotes from said writing as a part of him. Alternately, Peter takes inspiration from quotes visible on Hobie

heart on your sleeve…..

Voting as Fire Extinguisher When the haunted house catches fire:  a moment of indecision. The house was, after all, built on bones, and blood, and bad intentions. Everyone who enters the house feels  that overwhelming dread, the evil that perhaps only fire can purge. It’s tempting to just let it burn. And then I remember:  there are children inside. -Kyle Tran Myhre

—save me, butch savior, niyah alashia

anthem for the modern lesbian by salem m. s.

kofi

Andrea Gibson, from The Madness Vase; “Somewhere, A Carpenter”

hockey poetry post 100 !!

thanks for sticking with me hockeyblr 💚

I loved my friend.

-Langston Hughes