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makabresku // jackson

The Laboratory of Sleep
The Laboratory of Sleep


'That day in December I sat down
by Miss Muffet of Montgomery.
I was myriad-weary. Feets swole
from sewing seams on a filthy fabric;
tired-sore a pedalin’ the rusty Singer;

dingy cotton thread jammed in the eye.
All lifelong I’d slide through century-reams
loathsome with tears. Dreaming my own
silk-self.

It was not like they all say. Miss Liberty Muffet
she didn’t
jump at the sight of me.
Not exactly.
They hauled me
away—a thousand kicking legs pinned down.

The rest of me I tell you—a cloud.
Beautiful trouble on the dead December
horizon. Come to sit in judgment.

How many miles as the Jim Crow flies?
Over oceans and some. I rumbled.
They couldn’t hold me down. Long.
No.

My feets were tired. My eyes were
sore. My heart was raw from hemming
dirty edges of Miss L. Muffet’s garment.
I rode again.

A thousand bloody miles after the Crow flies
that day in December long remembered when I sat down
beside Miss Muffet of Montgomery.
I said—like the joke say—What’s in the bowl, Thief?
I said—That’s your curse.
I said—This my way.
She slipped her frock, disembarked,
settled in the suburbs, deaf, mute, lewd, and blind.
The bowl she left behind. The empty bowl mine.
The spoiled dress.

Jim Crow dies and ravens come with crumbs.
They say—Eat and be satisfied.
I fast and pray and ride.'


Miz Rosa Rides the Bus

typhoon - prosthetic love

lana del rey - love

su blackwell

Beauty & the Beast Castle

the 1975 - by your side (sade cover) // gayngs - by your side (sade cover)



The 1975, i love you but you'll never beat this:

ulla thynell

Little house in the woods

esther sarto

Esther Sarto
Winter Painting

laura makabresku

reckless

'A thicket of roots, thorns, and leaves. Giant trees, and saplings stretching towards what scant light trickled through the thick canopy. Swarms of will-o'-the-wisps above putrid ponds, and clearings where toadstools drew their poisonous circles. Jacob had last been in the Hungry Forest four months earlier, to find a Man-Swan wearing a shirt of nettles over his feathers. But after three days he'd abandoned the search, for he had not been able to breathe under the dark trees.'


Reckless aka. The Petrified Flesh
(Mirrorworld series / Reckless series)
(Page 51)

Rating: 4/5

Almost as soon as i made a list of series to finish, i started a new one.
...
Goddammit.

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molly drag - marrow


awenda provincial park - her experiment


Just goddamn listen to anything and everything Michael Hansford bestows upon this wretched planet.
Just do it.

four



It's all about these four right now.

nicole dollanganger - cute aggression

nice squishy

If there's one thing i know about my sister, it's that if you stay still long enough she will stick something, draw something, paint something on your person and sometimes you won't even notice.
Just like Charles who i found in this sticky situation after i returned to my room one evening.
At least she stuck something complimentary to him...

lalka84

dark eyes

the dain curse

' "Tell me again," she begged, moving over to one end of her boulder. "Sit down and tell me again ‑ all of it."
I did. According to me, it was as foolish to try to read character from the shape of ears as from the position of stars, tea-leaves, or spit in the sand; anybody who started hunting for evidence of insanity in himself would certainly find plenty, because all but stupid minds were jumbled affairs. . . '


The Dain Curse
(Page 203)

Rating: 2.5/5

pwr bttm - big beautiful day

xiu xiu - get up


Fuckkkk... i love him.

lourdes sanchez

Flowers

sally west

Beach Study 1 of 3

jaume montserrat carvajal

Emptyland

rw harrison

Full Moon

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lucjan_

resurrection

harry potter and the half-blood prince

' "Sir ‑ I got a Ministry of Magic leaflet by owl, about security measures we should all take against the Death Eaters . . ."
"Yes, I received one myself," said Dumbledore, still smiling.
"Did you find it useful?"
"Not really."
"No, I thought not. You have not asked me, for instance, what is my favourite flavour of jam, to check that I am indeed Professor Dumbledore, and not an imposter."
"I didn't . . ." Harry began, not entirely sure whether he was being reprimanded or not.
"For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry . . . although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam-preferences before impersonating myself."


Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
(Page 63)

I don't think there's any need for me to wax lyrical about my undying love for Harry Potter so i'm just going to brood over having only one book left after well over a decade of making it last as long as possible.

Rating: 4.5/5

atlas lab - wake up slow

c duncan - like you do


The need for an alarm clock more reliable than my iPad - which frequently forgets to sound any of the alarms i've set - has resulted in a radio inhabiting the space beside my bed and thus sometimes the radio is actually listened to.
By listened to, i mean the radio comes on when i'm fiddling with the settings because radio's always been too much talk, not enough music for me.
Said altering of settings occurred today and C Duncan was brought to my attention.
Good old Radio 6.

miya folick - i got drunk

julie arsenault - in my head

fritz // jae-jones // wharton // connolly

Self-medicating.


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chastity belt - joke

mitski - drunk walk home

margarita dorado

El Amanecer Dorado

martin landh - at last

slim twig - cannabis (serge gainsbourg cover)


I take it as a clear sign a band isn't for me when i completely forget I'm even listening to music when they're on.
...
This cover though.
This cover can stay.