Radio Blasting Jungle Noises, Underneath A Gigantic Blanket While Simultaneously In Antarctica, Frozen

hmmm why does my uterus hurt and why do i feel kinda off. weird. surely these are not the warning symptoms of a predictable biological process that occurs on a regular schedule. anyway. im going to wear white pants today.

Puki will you leave tumblr because everyone’s acting like it’s dead now :(

oh yeah its SO dead.

1000 notes this post. Now

Gosh just realized I’ve been reading ao3 since like 1:30….its 7:30 😭😭😭

Im on CHAPTER THIRTEEN and each chapter is like 70,000 words…be so srs (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) - GOD BLESS FIC WRITERS 💝💝🎀🎀

compliments about your appearance are cool, but when somebody compliments you as a person, the way you think, your laugh, your personality, how genuine your heart is, that hits different.

was chilling in my english course the other day and we went over seamus heaney

needless to say,, i’m in love with the man. 😋💕

“Who cares if all the music that transpires //

Is the fall of grit or dry seeds through a cactus? //

You are like a rich man entering heaven //

Through the ear of a rain drop. Listen now again.”

…why did he eat it up like that…🥴🥴🥴 literally like i am in love with this line. his poem The Rain Stick just made me astral project into the air of the lecture hall i was in..

THIS IS WHAT I NEED!!! either a poet whispers something like this in my ear or someone volunteers to be my subject !

seamus heaney,, I AM LISTENING THROUGH THE EAR OF A RAINDROP!!!!

Me today cause it’s snowing 🌨️🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🌨️🌨️🌨️

having a peaceful Friday night (watching lotr behind the scenes footage)

fanfictions aren’t enough i need this man to fuck me

reblogging to share w my mutuals and whatever wayward soul stumbles upon this beauty <33

The Rain Stick

by Seamus Heaney

Up-end the stick and what happens next is a music that you never would have known to listen for. In a cactus stalk

Downpour, sluice-rush, spillage and backwash come flowing through. You stand there like a pipe being played by water, you shake it again lightly

and diminuendo runs through all its scales like a gutter stopping trickling. And now here comes a sprinkle of drops out of the freshened leaves,

Then subtle little wets off grass and daisies; the glitter-drizzle, almost-breaths of air. up-end the stick again. What happens next

is undiminished for having happened once, twice, ten, and thousand times before. who cares if all the music that transpires

is the fall of grit or dry seeds through a cactus? You are like a rich man entering heaven through the ear of a raindrop. Listen now again.  

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something