autumn In October when autumn leaves fall, When folks pass down by the market. I see you in everyone’s eyes, Even though you are living within the soil beneath my feet.
I suck at self-promoting but this photo and poem are always the perfect combos when I yearn for the spooky season. I’d love to sit outside watching the auburn coloured leaves flying in the air.
I find myself judging mefor things done in anxiety.The things I should be doingeat at me, whispering in my ear deafeningly.I cannot grow a care…Though I know the reasons that I should.
The things that would happenare just as bad,telling me how important it isand why I should be sad.Instead the urging onlyreverses my mind to anger quixotically,making a monster of the rage building deep inside of…
“On Being the Right Size,” Haldane’s short essay is titled.
An ants’ nest can be found at the top of a redwood.
No bird that weighs less than - No insect more than - The minimum mass for a whale, for a language, an ice cap.
In a human-sized room, someone is setting a human-sized table with yellow napkins, someone is calling her children to come in from a day whose losses as yet remain child-sized.
Like emotional well-being, mental well-being, and physical well-being, we all deserve menstrual well-being. That means we are educated about our menstrual cycles from the earliest possible age, and we are never told that period pain is normal and that it should simply be endured.
This is why my new children’s book, What is a Period, is so meaningful to me. (Available on Amazon worldwide.) Thank you for your support, and for educating the next generation of women.
it’s already snowing outside / I thought summer just ended / I turned on the AC yesterday / today I turned on the heat / plastic wrapping on my frozen lasagna / it’s in the recycling bin but I still feel guilty / I thought it was fall / I fell to my knees when I saw the snow / intricate flakes on my arms that I can’t shake off / they’re too pretty to ruin / now they’re melted and ruined / I can’t shake the feeling that the world is ending / tell me / when the world ends will I still feel guilty?
study for the head of ophelia by john everett millais (1852), alongside the completed version. the model is elizabeth siddal, aged twenty. during her sitting for ophelia, the oil lamps which heated the bathtub in which siddal was floating for the piece went out; the water went cold- millais’ studio was in a basement, and it was the winter of 1851/1852- but siddal did not disturb the artist. she eventually contracted pneumonia, but recovered and became an artist in her own right. it is unsubstantiated whether the health issues that shaped much of her life were directly related to the ophelia incident.
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