The stubby legs of a sanderling may not look like much at first, but boy can these babies skedaddle when they need to

don't neglect your female blorbos. put HER in the torment nexus. give HER some old lady yuri. ship HER with everyone under the sun

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Whenever someone tries to justify saying it's bad to read many books in a year or whatever it's usually to say that they need time to digest/sit with the text. And it's fine if you do need that, but it's a little weird to assume anyone who doesn't take a week to process a book just doesn't process it all and is merely consuming it in a shallow, meaningless way

sorry for [remembering a tumblr post about expressing gratitude instead of apologising to make the interaction more positive for the other person] i mean thank you for having a boyfriend who was so easy to run over withmy car and reverse over three times maybe four

Banking Coal

by Jean Toomer

Whoever it was who brought the first wood and coal To start the Fire, did his part well; Not all wood takes to fire from a match, Nor coal from wood before it’s burned to charcoal. The wood and coal in question caught a flame And flared up beautifully, touching the air That takes a flame from anything.

Somehow the fire was furnaced, And then the time was ripe for some to say, “Right banking of the furnace saves the coal.” I’ve seen them set to work, each in his way, Though all with shovels and with ashes, Never resting till the fire seemed most dead; Whereupon they’d crawl in hooded night-caps Contentedly to bed. Sometimes the fire left alone Would die, but like as not spiced tongues Remaining by the hardest on till day would flicker up, Never strong, to anyone who cared to rake for them. But roaring fires never have been made that way. I’d like to tell those folks that one grand flare Transferred to memory tissues of the air Is worth a like, or, for dull minds that turn in gold, All money ever saved by banking coal.

Working on finishing up the first round of stickers, and the holo glitter laminate looks SO good! 💛💜

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Brutalist maze, Seattle

in 2026, remember how GOOD writing feels. remember how satsfying it is to get your characters to the point you have been dying to get to, where they will experience the love, fear, relief or whatever the feeling you want to bring to life may be. let this year be the year of writing, prgress and of satisfactory endings.

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