Some Of My Favorite Woven Tapestries, By Cecilia Blomberg:

“The world has no visible order, and I have only the order of my breathing. I let myself happen.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

You’re warm in my hands

Flickering blithe laughs

Fills my lungs

I am full

For a second I breathe in that warmth

I am whole

I hold you in the rain

Feel how you combat the cold

The loneliness

The emptiness that hollows into my chest

When life is pulled away from me

The moment you leave my lips

I breathe you in like you’re air

Something I’d desperately suck up

Suffocate in

I think… I dreamt this like a night ago

or im crazy

getting rid of family vlog channels one state at a time let's gooo

AO3 has been down for an entire day, what's your opinion on the matter?

I don't know what the fuck that is. I had to look it up and I still don't get it. So go outside and play some basketball.

OBIT [My mother’s teeth] by Victoria Chang

August 11

I miss you like I'm missing my hands

Like I'm missing a word in my sentence and I'm strapped in like a dog in an oven

I miss you like I'm banging on the door

doodles

my best friend said he likes the way I draw people

my boyfriend likes millipedes, drew this for him

Perfect Magazine, Issue 7, 2024.

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