Ashamed of nothing, offended by everything is such an unfortunate personality type.

large italian deli sandwich would fix me

Celeste Roberge’s sculpture “The Weight of Grief” #art

Crash Bandicoot ass boardwalk

Nothing is holding you back from doing your worst

forsythia season,
knife to the heart

both by the same band, btw

so real

O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love

Everything about this poem is perfect, but most especially the little toolkit

🖤

seems the opposite of rude to me

Nice dissonance. Let me guess, cognitive?

I could expand, but I think I'll just keep listening to the same two songs that I've looped through the horrors of the last month

absolutely cannot behave myself around French’s crispy fried onions

There should be something where you get money just for being alive on account of you need it to live

ah shoot I was just about to get up

A picture of a library shelf with a small rolled up note on it. The note says “read this” in child’s handwriting.

A picture of the note unrolled. In the same child’s handwriting it reads “beware of the future!!”

Still thinking about this note I found in the children’s section of the public library when I worked there back in 2018. This kid tried to warn us…

You can’t write good poetry if you’re not honest with yourself.

Avril 14th by Aphex Twin. Cheers. Love u.

to me, this ^ is a poem

and also, I'm very sorry that is how it affected you. the damage is real and worthy of grief. I remain hopeful that some kind of healing can come for all of us with LC 🫂

A poem with the opening line, It's spring and everyone's joking about killing themselves again. Full text can be found on our website, Link in the next post

For National Poetry Month, we would like to remind you that we publish all time bangers, such as Staircase wit by Rhiannon McGavin, from TBQ6:

idk i don't really want to know what that guy is doing on his whack little social media site anymore

you know that feeling when you’re sleeping in an unfamiliar place and you miss your bed at home? it’s like that but all the time and there’s no home to return to

i don’t want my appliances to be smart or connect to the internet. i want them to do one mechanical task for 100 years

a square painting of a small island on a very blue lake, a ring of stars floats above the few trees on the island

a square painting of blue mountain against a blue and pink gradient sky, the mountain is covered in water ripples and several stars dance above them

ultramarine blue has my whole heart 💙

HE TELLS HER He tells her that the Earth is flat— He knows the facts, and that is that. In altercations fierce and long She tries her best to prove him wrong. But he has learned to argue well. He calls her arguments unsound And often asks her not to yell. She cannot win. He stands his ground. The planet goes on being round.

Wendy Cope

#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

we’ve talked a lot about how AI might con people into believing bad things, but it is sad to think of how it will also make us stop believing in wondrous things too

getting excited because I saw a reminder to myself that said "finish your subs" and momentarily thought I had a leftover sandwich

it was just poems

sigh

Akasha System fuckin' rules 🎧