ends of the earth

to stand motionless in the morning with a vacant stare and hot beverage in hand is a global phenomenon

Saturn seen by the space probe Voyager 2 (1981) , Voyager 1 (1980) , Cassini (2007) and Hubble (2021).

Credit: NASA

Aimee Twigger

After a long hot shower.. accidentally fogged up my windows

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

I think they noticed me

le boudoir brooklyn JARDIN ROYAL with tequila, vermouth, pamplemousse liqueur, lavender soda and thyme

Frank Stanford

There’s something about today’s poem — and all of Stanford’s work — that reminds me that the work of poetry is partly the work of figuring out how to access a weird little doorway to one’s soul, and then to figure out — harder, still — how to allow someone else to access that same doorway, too. It is the work of wondering why you are spellbound by the sight of a light on in a field across the way, and then figuring out the language of that wonder, so that someone else can wonder alongside you. One beauty of poetry — of many — is this invitation to wonder together, a kind of gathering-up of everyone alongside a railing where, on the other side, is everything you don’t know. It shines with light. It shimmers. It goes dark and then shines again. You say ooo. You say ahh. You say holy shit. You say I never knew. You say I still don’t. And you say it all together.

from Devin Kelly’s Ordinary Plots: Meditations on Poems + Verse

by aoi__morio

“she’s aging so well!!” and the woman they’re referring to is like 27. touch grass

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The Fairy Woods

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.