PAUL BULLION BY DAN COLLINS

— ANNA “SWIR” ŚWIRSZCZYŃSKA, trans. Czesław Miłosz.

tinder pics of men holding fish are only acceptable if theyre holding it in their mouth like a bear with its first kill of the season

Misty Isle of Skye

You are tired, headstrong, / a heart fogged with twilights, borne by / survival. Without silence / you would be thoroughly broken.

Joanna Klink, from "Portrait in Summer", The Nightfields

Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser · Outlander 1.02

the three sexualities

Aberdeenshire, UK // Kevin Mueller

https://twitter.com/ItsJamieFraser/status/1533046558471561217?cxt=HHwWgoCp3Z7uvMYqAAAA

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

Development Tea Room Starboard Sentence Starters

Sentence Starters based on the starboard of the Development Tea Room roleplay hub on Discord.

I will get my desk tentacles eventually. It’s okay, son. I love you, even if you’re being a teen emo. You can make me feel emotions tomorrow, I need roughly twenty-four hours to recover. Oh, sweet Jesus, I’m not coherent enough for that. I sound like a murderer and I’m proud of it. About horses, right? And not the suspicious murder? Ah, I found the insomnia team. I mean, if you get kidnapped, it’s not your fault your passport’s expired. We love our ace neighbours, but we are the horny coven. I have rejected the husk of Matt Damon. Too much power, not enough brain. I refuse to forsee any consequences to my actions. Is it an actual nine inches, or a fratboy nine inches? Sometimes you gotta eat trash to understand what gourmet tastes like. Gonna be gay and do crimes on main. I love killing husbands. I feel like I’ve accessed forbidden information. Earth may be flat, but this ass isn’t. Arson is just crime brûlée. I’m feisty today and there’s no stopping me. I am not meant for the great outdoors. I am optimally kept at room temperature. Please, don’t die. You’ll never find out the details of the deep fried oven ass. I forgot about the moist panties! My legacy are horses and golden showers. Not together. I’m not sure sharing a milkshake at McDonalds is as romantic to some people as it is to me. Go forth and cock block, my child. We’re werewolves, not swearwolves. I will make you bread and give you head. No braincells, only chaos. Sometimes it’s like a vibe check from god. It’s not supposed to touch your balls. Do you ever recieve a gentle reminder in the form of a bitch slap emotionally? Because I just did. Real talk — what is the difference between the abyss and the void? And why are they both always hungry? In addition to being a toxic personality, he would pass gas so sulfuric that even the devil would be like “Fuck off, no!” My husband thinks the sun shines outta my ass. It would be nice to meet his expectations for once.

“(the great dim deep sound of rain;and of always and of nowhere)”

— e.e. cummings, from “Now i lay(with everywhere around)” (Poem #44, in 73 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

By Joe Hayhurst

Torridon Bay, Highlands, Scotland

love is stored in the hand. love is stored in the hands that hold each other. it is stored in the hands that create art. it is stored in the hands that have the power to harm but don’t. it is stored in the hands that are warm and the hands that are cool. it is stored in the hands that do things for others just because they can. love is stored in your hands which express the desires of your heart.

I relinquish the greatest thing I have for my greatest wish.

I turn into sea foam. I learn nothing ceases to exist—

only shape shift, metamorphosis.

Paul Tran, from “Derma and Ichor”

The Quiraing, Isle of Skye by Kyle Bonallo (ig: @kylebonallo)