this is probably a longshot but recently I read a poem titled something like “the last thing she sees”……. and its like. from the perspective of a bird on a birdfeeder in someones yard… and the bird is the last thing that sees the person alive before they pass away / the last thing the person sees but obviously the bird has no way of knowing that. anwyays like. i have been thinking about it for two days straight but like a fool i neglected to save it and so now here i am on tumblr dot com asking if youve heard of this poem
after not sewing much in ??? months, i finally broke my dryspell
Barn quilts near Coon Rapids, Iowa (northwest Guthrie County)
La pétrification de la papesse, 1945, Victor Brauner
https://www.wikiart.org/en/victor-brauner/la-p-trification-de-la-papesse-1945
You're cute. That's all
Hey thank you! I just now saw this haha
Jude and Ewan in bath, 2003 - Ph. Lorenzo Agius
My inbox is hungry for asks :D
John Boyega: “Africa isn’t a testing lab you pieces of shit.”
Jay Ingram: “For those wondering, two scientists in France said they should test the COVID vaccine on people in Africa for efficiency or something. Super dehumanizing and part of a long, racist history of similar acts.”
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