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One Esk Nineteen is tired. you cannot do anything ironically. pronouns: take your best guess
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Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone. Robert M. Drake 🖌 Michel Fronti

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I called out: “I am an evening cloud too.” They stopped still, evidently taking a good look at me. Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings. That is how evening clouds greet each other. They had recognized me. Rilke Ph: mpb

submitted 19 days ago • 13 comments

mfw i visit red white and blue land and there’s no red

submitted 19 days ago • 2 comments

my mind came up with the phrase “the winter of my discontent” and i googled it and found that it’s a john steinbeck novel

submitted 20 days ago • 3 comments

And beside my memory palace, you'll find my memory desert. I'm not sure what it's for, but it's very large

submitted 51 days ago • 0 comments

this is the plot of I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

submitted 20 days ago • 0 comments

The gazoonga incident has received a full exploration at this slideshow by @tori.dftba.social. It is a major work of art. docs.google.com/presentation...

submitted 81 days ago • 29 comments

This video of the Mayor of Philadelphia Cherelle Parker begging the city not to climb light poles is the reason I’m a fan of the fans of the Philadelphia Eagles.

submitted 23 days ago • 1 comment

QRP with your wings art! 🪽 #supportartists #art

submitted 22 days ago • 2 comments

you know a movie is fucked up when the Wikipedia page links to re-feeding syndrome

submitted 22 days ago • 0 comments

Pointy robot doll girl sketch from a few nights ago

submitted 25 days ago • 27 comments

pushback works, part infinity: apnews.com/article/immi...

submitted 27 days ago • 574 comments

Any folks at IBM better make sure IBM does not enable fascism AGAIN

submitted 27 days ago • 1 comment

feeling strangely optimistic about the future. i have “Objective: Survive” on my HUD and that’s always been something i’m good at

submitted 28 days ago • 0 comments

I am looking for a short story I read maybe 15 years ago. It was about (teddy? franklin?) Roosevelt after he left the presidency; it was an alternate history where instead of dying he lived with Parkinson’s for 30 years, it had a very flowers for Algernon flavor. does anyone know the name?

submitted 28 days ago • 0 comments

it won't but maybe we can be

submitted 31 days ago • 1 comment

We report: we watched the rain come from a long distance, when the horizon blurred, and when the wind pushed the blue sky away. It is falling at an angle, varying in intensity. Sometimes, we think it stops, but it picks up again immediately, much louder. We breathe raindrops in.

submitted 31 days ago • 4 comments

Bubble Sort in C

submitted 40 days ago • 2 comments

I fucking hate what the Blues Brothers have done to the minds of our nation`s finest young army men.

submitted 76 days ago • 24 comments

Living in a 15 minute city is great; I walk a mile in any direction and find myself back at my apartment, with only minor changes. Sure, the noises from the dog park get deeper. After the tenth iteration or so I can't read the signs anymore. But the stranger in my apartment welcomes me every time.

submitted 44 days ago • 22 comments

When I see a Victorian woman suffer from melancholy I am like "girl, same."

submitted 46 days ago • 9 comments

She has to yell over the defeating hum of the rotors. “Do you trust me?” Her grin is infectious. You don’t notice the gleaming red sword on her back until you’ve already lifted off.

submitted 45 days ago • 0 comments

spent all evening moping (reading ancillary justice fanfic)

submitted 46 days ago • 0 comments

man walks into a bar. his presence here is an act of violence sometimes that's all that's left of a person

submitted 50 days ago • 0 comments

man walks into a bar. he eventually walks out again. things proceed this way, for several years

submitted 50 days ago • 3 comments

the violence of beauty is self-inflicted a rose without thorns would not taste like rust. like pain. like light. like. you— you remember, when you feel it again the holes she left in your body. your— you remember. the color of your blood on her, lips. her lips, pressed into skin the wounds reopen

submitted 50 days ago • 1 comment