A night landscape painted on a black journal cover. Big fluffy clouds, a tree with beautiful mixed foliage and little flowers on the ground next to it.
a rose on the same black journal.
two more from things I made during breaks yesterday
A night landscape painted on a black journal cover. Big fluffy clouds, a tree with beautiful mixed foliage and little flowers on the ground next to it.
a rose on the same black journal.
two more from things I made during breaks yesterday
#Watch | User captures grandparents’ first time at sea beach at Maharashtra’s Kunkeshwar Beach, internet praises heartwarming video
A collage of a solitary building on a beach surrounded by pieces from different pictures of beach, sky, trees and sea shells
I've taken to making quick collages in my breaks these days. This one is today's
Not like i'm counting but it has been 6,25,400 minutes since i kissed the moth on your forearm. i still feel it on my lips. i wonder if every person who kisses me now, feels it too. i don't vant them to to. it is mine, mine, mine. all mine to keep 17600 minutes before you kissed my lips, i was falling apatt in a libraty. Somehow - i think i collected myself hen only so i'd be be able to kiss you 17600 minutes later. it has been 86400 minutes since i last texted you 36,400 minutes from from now, - when i'm still fceling you all over me, i will take someone else's hand, and try to keep your touch selfishly to myself. In my generosity i want them to feel that ecstasy too. but i'm a glutton. i'm a thief. and i cannot help but keep all yout love within me locked up. never letting anyone else as much as touch it.
An old poem by yours truely
chappell roan kneels on the stage during a performance. Her face is overcome by emotions. Her eyes are closed and clad with sparkly blue eyeshadow. She is wearing a black choker with red tassels. She holds the microphone in her left hand and her her right hands runs through her beautiful reddish brown curls. She is wearing a red bodysuit with tassels and fishnet stockings. The right stocking has an artistically placed hole at the thigh. In the background the guitarist and the bassist are visible.
a woman so beautiful you post a picture just so you can write the alt text
bingeing trashy romcoms call that 'kachra mohobbat waala, ankhiyon mein aisa dala'
That was the best part
I met so many cats in 2025
So lovely!!!
this is such a beautiful soup 🥹
<3
happy new year friends
"i don’t wanna go back to a time
where i cared abt u less"
—MICHAEL CHANG
beestungmag.com/issue24/one-...
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i am tired of living in Bad Times and would prefer Good Times
I genuinely wasn't prepared for how deeply moving it is to see someone recite your poem. Thank you for such a beautiful recital L!!
Oh wow! Thank you so much for this honor 💛
"Call it dystonia or chorea or hysteria, call it cockblock, call it getting creative. Sex on my terms is so full of her stillness I forget to swallow, but not to breathe..."
—Mac Wilder
two cut of wheein from Mamamoo wearing a green jacket and a scarf style hat. She is crossing a bridge with a city and body of water behind her. Posing looking into the camera and then looking away.
🍀
(𝘪𝘨: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦_𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥)
#wheein
You can read my poem "A bildungsroman" along with some really stellar work in @lastsyllablelit.bsky.social today!! Sooooo excited and honored to be in such good company. Can't thank the editors and readers at Last Syllable enough 💖💖💖
You can read my poem "A bildungsroman" along with some really stellar work in @lastsyllablelit.bsky.social today!! Sooooo excited and honored to be in such good company. Can't thank the editors and readers at Last Syllable enough 💖💖💖
It’s time! Last Syllable Issue 4 is officially LIVE! 🚨
Dive into a stunning collection of poetry, prose, and ideas that linger beyond the final word. Read, reflect, and revel in the artistry.
✨ Explore the issue now: lastsyllablelit.com/issue-iv.
#LastSyllable #NewIssue #LiteraryMagazine
मौसम की मेहरबानी पर भरोसा करेंगे, तो शीत से निपटते-निपटते लू तंग करने लगेगी। मौसम के इन्तजार से कुछ नहीं होगा। वसन्त अपने-आप नहीं आता, उसे लाया जाता है। सहज आनेवाला तो पतझड़ होता है, वसन्त नहीं। अपने-आप तो पत्ते झड़ते हैं।
हरिशंकर परसाई
thank you!!
Ahead of tomorrow's finale, I wrote about the philosophy of Severance for @theneweuropean.bsky.social (there are no spoilers)
www.theneweuropean.co.uk/emily-herrin...
I'm going to be in this 🥳