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Excessively obscure author, herbalist, & slow-living plant lover. In the very early stages of starting a small homestead.
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I love how everyone was like “oh he’s not really serious!” How’s that working out for the US?
Seeing a lot of liberal Americans on bluesky telling people to stop talking about Trump's plans to annex Canada because it's just a distraction and please can they all just go fuck off already. The dictator of the most powerful country on earth trying to ruin my nation is more than a distraction.
February 13, 2025 at 4:27 PM
I love how everyone was like “oh he’s not really serious!” How’s that working out for the US?
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“History is always ending and always not ending, and both ways there’s nothing to wait for.” RIP Tom Robbins #sundaysentence
February 9, 2025 at 4:52 PM
“History is always ending and always not ending, and both ways there’s nothing to wait for.” RIP Tom Robbins #sundaysentence
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“I’m extremely reverent; it just depends what I’m looking at. From the outside, my life may look chaotic, but inside I feel like some kind of monk licking an ice cream cone while straddling a runaway horse.” - Tom Robbins www.nytimes.com/2025/02/09/o...
Tom Robbins, Whose Comic Novels Drew a Cult Following, Dies at 92
He blended pop philosophy and absurdist comedy in best-selling books like “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” and “Skinny Legs and All.”
www.nytimes.com
February 9, 2025 at 10:23 PM
“I’m extremely reverent; it just depends what I’m looking at. From the outside, my life may look chaotic, but inside I feel like some kind of monk licking an ice cream cone while straddling a runaway horse.” - Tom Robbins www.nytimes.com/2025/02/09/o...
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“We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.” RIP Tom Robbins
RIP Tom Robbins. He will be missed. https://www.historylink.org/File/5456
February 9, 2025 at 8:52 PM
“We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.” RIP Tom Robbins
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"Real courage is risking something that might force you to rethink your thoughts and suffer change and stretch consciousness. Real courage is risking one's clichés."
~ Tom Robbins
*RIP
~ Tom Robbins
*RIP
February 9, 2025 at 10:56 PM
"Real courage is risking something that might force you to rethink your thoughts and suffer change and stretch consciousness. Real courage is risking one's clichés."
~ Tom Robbins
*RIP
~ Tom Robbins
*RIP
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In a certain sense the past is far more real, or at any rate more stable, more resilient than the present. The present slips and vanishes like sand between the fingers, acquiring material weight, only in its recollection.
Tarkovsky
Tarkovsky
February 10, 2025 at 8:27 AM
In a certain sense the past is far more real, or at any rate more stable, more resilient than the present. The present slips and vanishes like sand between the fingers, acquiring material weight, only in its recollection.
Tarkovsky
Tarkovsky
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“Coldest Month” 16x10 acrylic on paper. www.jeanietomanek.com/new-products...
January 28, 2025 at 5:46 PM
“Coldest Month” 16x10 acrylic on paper. www.jeanietomanek.com/new-products...
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She shivered, in spite of the scarlet shawl....
"Who has come to sing us carols?" she said.
"Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves. Look out of the window, and you'll see them."
- Angela Carter, "The Company of Wolves"
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"Who has come to sing us carols?" she said.
"Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves. Look out of the window, and you'll see them."
- Angela Carter, "The Company of Wolves"
#BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly
January 4, 2025 at 3:33 PM
She shivered, in spite of the scarlet shawl....
"Who has come to sing us carols?" she said.
"Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves. Look out of the window, and you'll see them."
- Angela Carter, "The Company of Wolves"
#BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly
"Who has come to sing us carols?" she said.
"Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves. Look out of the window, and you'll see them."
- Angela Carter, "The Company of Wolves"
#BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly
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Reading Angela Carter instead of the news. Can recommend.
January 25, 2025 at 12:39 PM
Reading Angela Carter instead of the news. Can recommend.
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[…]
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
Yeats, The Song of Wandering Aengus
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
Yeats, The Song of Wandering Aengus
February 3, 2025 at 5:54 PM
[…]
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
Yeats, The Song of Wandering Aengus
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
Yeats, The Song of Wandering Aengus
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He looks a little menacing, but I'm sure if you fed him a goldfish cracker he would warm up to you 🖤 #timelapsepainting #timelapseart
January 27, 2025 at 1:49 PM
He looks a little menacing, but I'm sure if you fed him a goldfish cracker he would warm up to you 🖤 #timelapsepainting #timelapseart
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A short imaging run from Friday night, on the famous North America Nebula, in the constellation Cygnus, near the bright star Deneb. The NA Nebula spans nearly five degrees of sky. Cygnus is low in the west now as night comes here, so there wasn’t much time #astronomy #astrophotography
January 27, 2025 at 5:53 PM
A short imaging run from Friday night, on the famous North America Nebula, in the constellation Cygnus, near the bright star Deneb. The NA Nebula spans nearly five degrees of sky. Cygnus is low in the west now as night comes here, so there wasn’t much time #astronomy #astrophotography
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Sylvia Plath
Dorothea Tanning, 1958
Sylvia Plath
Dorothea Tanning, 1958
January 28, 2025 at 8:05 AM
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Sylvia Plath
Dorothea Tanning, 1958
Sylvia Plath
Dorothea Tanning, 1958
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Secrets furling into themselves, in the folds of fabric, in the whispers of wax, the glimmer of golden thread. A private language of collective haunting written in texture and shadow.
Petah Coyne's work arrives like a narrative dredged from the depths of a gothic romance - massive chandeliers of black flowers, velvet moving like ink, pearl pins catching strange light. unquietthings.com/midnight-bou...
January 29, 2025 at 2:23 PM
Secrets furling into themselves, in the folds of fabric, in the whispers of wax, the glimmer of golden thread. A private language of collective haunting written in texture and shadow.
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fix your hearts or die
January 16, 2025 at 8:07 PM
fix your hearts or die
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“You could whisper down a well. You could write a letter and keep it in a drawer. You could inscribe a curse on a ribbon of lead and bury it in the ground to lie unread for thousands of years. The point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling itself.” ~ Anne Carson
January 4, 2025 at 6:09 AM
“You could whisper down a well. You could write a letter and keep it in a drawer. You could inscribe a curse on a ribbon of lead and bury it in the ground to lie unread for thousands of years. The point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling itself.” ~ Anne Carson
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Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods.
In crisis their souls are visible.
Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
In crisis their souls are visible.
Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
January 7, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods.
In crisis their souls are visible.
Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
In crisis their souls are visible.
Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
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"I send my little dancing lights before me, and my ice bears walk with me everywhere."
From Dreamer of Dreams illustrated by Edmund Dulac
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From Dreamer of Dreams illustrated by Edmund Dulac
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January 18, 2025 at 4:34 PM
"I send my little dancing lights before me, and my ice bears walk with me everywhere."
From Dreamer of Dreams illustrated by Edmund Dulac
#BookWormSat
From Dreamer of Dreams illustrated by Edmund Dulac
#BookWormSat
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Good advice for strays during these frigid temperatures.
January 21, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Good advice for strays during these frigid temperatures.