#plaies

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

(Alexandre Hollan, fusain sur papier)

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Les plaies pour cicatriser prennent la forme d’un sourire. L’espoir n’est jamais loin lorsqu’on reconnaît déjà son dénouement. Se décoller du trait présent permet de mieux dessiner l'instant d'un avenir.

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(Dans la portée des ombres, extrait)

© Pierre Cressant

(mercredi 9 novembre 2005 - samedi 29 mars 2025)

[an-na-ko]

Saw it was make a terrible comic day today (June 24 2025) so meet my cats

[hood-ex]

[noodles-and-tea]

[brokenclockgears]

while the cameras are turned away

[soapbbox]

Tenna watch out for the thirst comments

[cactiico]

has anyone done this yet

[moghedien]

Imagine being cast in a Lady Gaga concert as Lady Gaga because Lady Gaga wants to do this to Lady Gaga

[donutfloats]

The Cage is Broken

And the Girl found Love

[yourmajestybee]

EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON UNTRAINABLE THE STAGE PLAY RN

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

source : @cheminer-poesie-cressant

La lumière semble exacte ce matin dans la pénombre de la nuit qui se retire, son souffle éloigne, son souffle soulage. Et pourtant, dans la souplesse des perspectives assassines, les plaies se rouvriront. L'aurore qui n'a été qu'un théâtre d'illusion.

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(Dans la portée des ombres, extrait)

© Pierre Cressant

(mercredi 9 novembre 2005 - dimanche 30 mars 2025)

[snakebites-and-ink]

Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag

[astronnova]

yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[abyssaldyke]

It seems like the older I get, the more irrationally angry casual censorship makes me. And it isn't just the "unalive" "grape" alleged filter-dodging vernacular, but the way normal words will be peppered with asterisks, or screenshots will have words like "gay" "hell" "fuck" etc either partially or entirely blurred. Who is this helping? What is the purpose of it, except to reinforce shame and elevate a flimsy perception of purity and safety, however those things manifest. It's so tiresome and I'm sick of it.

[stuck-in-jelly]

One of my favorite stories to tell about myself from when I was a kid is the story how my grandma’s “Catching Fairies” game was banned because of me

So when I was really little my grandma had this game she made up, she’d give me and all my cousins jars and containers and tell us that in her garden there were fairies but they were smart and tricky so they disguised themselves as caterpillars and butterflies and as grasshoppers and worms.

Whoever caught the most ‘Fairies’ won but we had to set them all free because they tended to the garden

One summer day my brothers were at the age they were dreading ‘girly’ stuff so I was playing alone

At this point I had met all the fairies in the garden and I was getting bored without any competition and with finding the same old fairies

But then just as I was begrudgingly heading back to my grandma with the same fairies as usual I found a new fairy!

I thought she was so beautiful! She was resting on the sparkly thread in the leaves and her black body gleamed in the sunlight, she had long legs and a cool red spot on her back

Excited I coaxed her onto my hand and was so giddy I found a new one! I rushed back to the farm house to show my Grandma and Dad, gently carrying my new friend.

But when my Dad and Grandma turned around to see what fairy I caught I saw the color drain from their faces and both of them freeze, I could tell something was wrong but didn’t understand

My dad congratulated me and asked me if he could see the pretty fairy, I let him but felt a little nervous seeing how terrified he looked as she moved into his hands from mine.

Slowly he walked back towards the door, my grandma clutching my shoulders then my dad LAUNCHED the fairy back into the garden which I thought was rather rude

Then we had a nice long talk about Black Widow spiders