Veth Brenatto - Strength My Name Is Nott The Brave.

“My memory, my bloody place, my archaic angel bitten by the wind.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from “All day long…”; The Galloping Hour: French Poems (tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander)

"Everything is political if you're a woman / Trans and Proud, Yessir"

Seen in kadikoy istanbul

Jayvik sketches/ scrapbooking I did today 🥹

Happy Sunday! Hope it’s cozy with some good reads.

Veth Brenatto - Strength My name is Nott the Brave.

[Caleb] [Fjord] [Jester] [Caduceus] [Beau] [Yasha] [Molly]

You hear a knock at your door. When you open it, you find your archnemesis sprawled out just past the threshold, battered, bruised, and very clearly only hanging onto life by a thread. “Sorry. It’s just … I didn’t know where else to go” they mutter as you look down at them.

You know, until I heard Pope Francis describe the gaze of Jesus that makes Peter break down crying in Luke 22:61-62 as one of compassion and understanding, I didn't realize I had been unconsciously assuming that it was one of accusation and "I told you so."

This bookish home in Gothenburg, Sweden features joyful ambiance with cleverly structured bookshelves. The colorful pool of books on the wall are neatly lined-up, forming a healthy contrast against the lighter backdrop. What a lovely arrangement! (Photo by Lina Östling)

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