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no one is immune to knight gender 

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im bound to the mountains thru some blood pact like i got so many scratches from prickers and climbing trees when i was young that some of that dirt and plant matter is permanently etched into me like the graphite stain on my palm from when i slipped and fell while holding a pencil. i was in kindergarten and that was the first year that i lived in the mountains. i'm not there anymore but i'm looking in that direction cause there's a thunderstorm and the lightning is turning the clouds pink. dusk. it's as hot as hell as it's ever been and the cicadas are singing but it's not the same as it is when i can barely see the sky through the trees. i see afterimages of the sun shining through beech and oak leaves when i close my eyes. there's a tree a half mile behind my old trailer whose trunk is as wide as my car is long and i think i'm the only one who knows it's there. it's a beech tree. they're my favorite. there's a disease ripping through beech trees- they're worried that they'll all die like the chestnuts did- and i don't know if that one is still standing. when i was ten and alone and a little lost in the woods i found a buck skeleton, curled up where he laid down and slept for the last time. i don't know how it stayed intact after he died. it didn't, once i found it. i took his skull and brought it home and my mom hated it. i forgot to take it when we moved. i wonder what the next people thought when they found it hanging on a tree behind the garage. two years and three months ago i glanced into my boyfriend's front yard when i was supposed to be headed home and saw three deer sitting in the grass, a buck and two does lit in the dawn, and i looked a little closer to the house and there was a wasting deer as skeletal as a living thing can be sitting in the flower garden. last month i glanced into my backyard on my way to work and saw vultures. my mom covered the deer with hay and mulch because i was afraid to. i wonder if anyone will ever find the cat i buried on my own in the rain when i was fifteen and five months out of the psych ward. i wonder if anyone will find the next cat i buried with my mom, at the house we live at now. he got out of the house and a dog shook him to death. it was quick, hopefully. he was old. it was quick, hopefully. hopefully. hopefully. he was getting sick. it was a kind way for him to go, if it was quick. i wonder if chestnut trees will ever come back. i wonder how much old growth is left. there really aren't as many fireflies as there used to be. i close my eyes and i see the sun. i see the sun and i hear cicadas. i hear cicadas and i'm eight, and everything is green and hot and humid, and everything is green and hot and humid now but i can't see the mountains and sometimes it makes me dizzy. the lightning is closer. the fireflies are dancing with it. there aren't as many as there used to be.

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Peter Holzauer, Landslide, 2015 Archival pigment print 28 x 38 inches

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By Mystical Antiquity

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It’s been so long since I’ve felt affection I’ve legit stopped having romantic crushes or fantasies.

you may now join the knights templar

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thinking about how milk jugs are so perfectly designed; not a bit of wasted space. the handle is part of the container as well and you can clearly see how much of the liquid is left. genius. im thinking of eating the mushroom growing in my frontyard whole. if even one person is nice to me today i will kiss them on the lips

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

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Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

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Jøshua Zerø photographed by Nicole Ngai

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desperately craving weird surrealist arthurania. Knights with no faces wandering through the mists. Seams between Christian and pre-Christian Britain gaping like open wounds. Beafts and visions. Maybe a monk. Maybe the monk is gay

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🦢 our lady of sorrows 🕯

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November - Brendon Burton

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want one/want two - rufus wainwright