From the complications of loving you
I think there is no end or return.
No answer, no coming out of it.

Which is the only way to love, isn’t it?
[…]

Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods
that hold you in the center of my world.

And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song.
And I say to my heart: rave on.

Mary Oliver, “A Pretty Song,” Thirst: Poems (Beacon Press, 2006)

pointless-letters:

‪We can dream, Gill. We can dream. ‬

namira:

hydrothrax:

THE WORST HORSES

The result of terrible memes in the Discord chat. Whenever someone mentions horses, I post azhdarchids, and someone said that if Boston Dynamics made a horse-bot it’d be terrifying, so I put two and two together.

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