#perhaps even...

[akirateku]

Feeling like I'll have a bit of free time this weekend for some SKETCHIN'

Art trade anyone?

[pocketramblr]

Harvey: "The press called Harvey Dent "D.A. Don Q", didn't they? Deluded, certain to fail at a decrepit crusade to rid Gotham of it's monsters."

Bruce: "And they called me your Sancho Panza. I'm still willing to fight your windmills with you, Harvey."

[m4ssivefrog]

WAS OVERCOME WITH THE URGE TO DRAW HER AGIN

[astriiformes]

I know that realistically you can only fit so many movies into a list of approximately 100, but I cannot take that "How many of tumblr's favorite movies have you seen?" list that's been going around seriously because there are some truly egregious omissions.

Some of it is very clearly recency bias, which makes me wonder if the op truly wasn't on here in 2013 or so, but you're telling me you made a list of "tumblr's favorite movies" that doesn't include Pacific Rim or Mad Max: Fury Road? Because, like, I was there, Gandalf.

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[tubapun]

I try to microwave Mickey Mouse to make a statement on corporate greed but I accidentally grabbed the Kingdom Hearts version of him out of my unethically small Cage of Mickeys and now he's flipping around dodging the beams like Yoda fucked an ant

[inkskinned]

i keep thinking about how rfk said that autistic people "will never write a poem." i keep thinking about that, about if humanity is calculated on the back of old verse. how far we measure personhood is in baseball and stanza breaks.

i keep thinking - i have over 7k poems on here alone. language can be a special interest, after all. did you know the word autism comes almost direct from the greek word autos, meaning "self"? self-ism.

maybe he is right - i haven't really played baseball. i was a ballet dancer instead. and besides - my sister once accidentally hit me in the face with an aluminum bat. i'm not sure if the injury gives me half points. am i only a person in the dugout? hand in a mitt? swinging?

does softball count? does cricket? am i a person if i throw the ball to my dog. am i a person as long as the ball is in the air, or do i stop being a person as it rolls into the bushes. i took my girlfriend to fenway recently; was i a person in the sun, with my hands up, with the game laid out at my feet in a diamond. i felt like a person, but that was back in the summer, and i often feel my most person-like then.

am i more of a person because of the sheer number of things i've written? does quality matter, or is it quantity? i used to write entire books every summer in high school - i wasn't doing well. i felt the least like-a-person back then. but then - does any person feel human in high school?

in the library, ink on my skin, i feel personhood shutter at the edges of myself. actually, writing feels blissfully like not being myself. it feels birdlike; escaping into creation so my body dissolves and i survive only by muscle memory. i am not there, i am writing.

but who can deny the falconlike focus of warsan shire, the tenderness of mary oliver, the sheer skill of amanda gorman. those are poets. they are certainly human. you could line them up with the way their words have influenced us and measure their literary shadows like wings.

perhaps it was very assumptive of me to want to be a poet rather than "a [ label ] poet." i wanted the work to fill itself in, rather than be stained by what i am. i do not write in despite of my neurodivergence, i am just neurodivergent and writing.

does the poem have to be in english or can i send it through my palms into the coat of my dog. does the poem have to make sense. does the poem have to love you back.

if i break a glass, will the poem appear naturally? or is the act of breaking the glass human-enough. the shards of my life glittering out beneath me - do i have to write the poem, or is it self-evident in the pile of glass splinters? i cannot grasp this world the way other people can. regardless, i endeavor to touch - even the mess - very gently.

i broke my toenail against my coffee table recently. i released a bug outdoors. i made coffee. i walked my dog.

i didn't write a poem about any of these things.

something else, then. existing without humanity.

[corndog-patrol]

get in the car ford

[hinamie]

together, we do the same thing again //

[z13lovebot]

Sillies 🤲

[insomnova]

why cant characters be little freaks. why cant they be a lil weird. must all characters be nice and well adjusted? must they all have healthy emotional regulation and a firm handle on their mental health? can they not be a lil fucked up? a lil off putting? is it a crime for a character to be, dare i say it, annoying?

[aviul]

a nobleman and his faithful companion

[pochiikou]

[go-star-sailor]

kai and laurie and highschool designs :-)