#typography

[sapphicides]

lesbianism as shown by @sweatermuppet

[petaltexturedskies]

Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to his brother Theo, dated 23 December 1881

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955

[my-craft]

I got inspired by this post

[sevaryaa]

MUTILATE UNTIL IT’S YOURS

[gorimbaudandgojohnnygo]

Addendum

this is how i became a poet: i was a baby. the snow fell. i was alone. i watched it. this is how i became a poet: i left my body one night while static played on television. this is how i became a poet: an orange light was hurting me. this is how i became a poet: i learned to stare at a wall until i became its daughter. this is how i became a poet: my pillow was the savings account where i stored my screams when i couldn’t afford the relief of unobstructed expression. this is how i became a poet: i built a spaceship of blankets, chairs, parts of a broken bed. this is how i became a poet: i lived an entire life as a broken bed. this is how i became a poet: i learned to lucid dream my way into another world. this is how i became a poet: i took all the hurt i was asked to carry and heal, both mine and that of others, and i dropped it off the edge of a cliff after tying it all by rope to my tongue. this is how i became a poet: i danced in the blood. this is how i became a poet: i forgot my past and then remembered all of it at once the day my first book was published and had a body-quaking panic attack that lasted over twelve hours but released none of the horror. so i wrote a second book. this is how i became a poet: i kicked my name apart with love. this is how i became a poet: i spent years sleeping in my mother’s childhood bedroom. this is how i became a poet: i billowed around an old garage occupied by boxes full of family. this is how i became a poet: i became who i was and was abandoned by my family. this is how i became a poet: i witnessed the air spend all its time trying to convince me to accept it. this is how i became a poet: i made myself fight exceptionally hard to love me.

—Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from I Don’t Want To Be Understood

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

beautiful ~

[stillgotscars]

the smallest man who ever lived - taylor swift

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1932, featured in A Literate Passion

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

This ~

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: She loves quiet. END ID]

[sacramentohistorymuseum]

This video goes out to all the Alex’s out there because April 21st is apparently National Alex Day! For today, Alex and Alex did some letterpress printing as they are the Alex’s who work at the Sacramento History Museum.

What they printed was “Alex” in 60 point Caslon font. The two pointing hands, also typographically called fists or manicules, are pointing at the Alex’s. The manicule on the left is a hand carved woodcut, made roughly 130 years ago, is from the Lewis Winter Collection. The one on the right was made in the 1930s and is from the Bill Gaylord Collection. This was printed with green rubber base ink using our Washington hand press.

[poemswords]

[scriptastra]

[museify]