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@lilheavyarms.bsky.social
make the face of heaven so fine
that all the world will be in love with night
that all the world will be in love with night
Me to my shredded mozzarella: You. Come with me.
January 4, 2026 at 7:52 PM
Me to my shredded mozzarella: You. Come with me.
I <3 art that asks you to sit and stay a little longer
December 30, 2025 at 1:59 AM
I <3 art that asks you to sit and stay a little longer
Me at the art gallery: I'm an observer observing an observer observing life
November 10, 2025 at 12:33 AM
Me at the art gallery: I'm an observer observing an observer observing life
The body is not an aesthetic object, it's a living participant
November 4, 2025 at 1:13 AM
The body is not an aesthetic object, it's a living participant
The mind needs silence the way a camera needs darkness to develop an image
October 26, 2025 at 10:44 AM
The mind needs silence the way a camera needs darkness to develop an image
part-time artist, full-time FREAK
October 6, 2025 at 12:44 PM
part-time artist, full-time FREAK
When the asphalt cracked beneath your tires you'd glance up at the planes banking overhead, then back at her - her hair shifting with the wind, the way she leaned slightly forward on her handlebars like she were pulling the morning towards her.
September 21, 2025 at 5:24 PM
When the asphalt cracked beneath your tires you'd glance up at the planes banking overhead, then back at her - her hair shifting with the wind, the way she leaned slightly forward on her handlebars like she were pulling the morning towards her.
I let myself care because the alternative is a kind of death I've already tried
September 21, 2025 at 9:16 AM
I let myself care because the alternative is a kind of death I've already tried
Is breaking into a locksmith shop supporting local business?
September 11, 2025 at 3:27 AM
Is breaking into a locksmith shop supporting local business?
I was on a date and the guy asked me what my favorite club was. I said chicken and aioli.
September 11, 2025 at 3:20 AM
I was on a date and the guy asked me what my favorite club was. I said chicken and aioli.
The air trembled with heat, yet the silence was unbroken, save for the faint stir of stone softening beneath light. The heavens were no longer blue but washed in a deep and ceaseless crimson, a color that seemed less like fire than memory—an old warmth stretched to the edge of time
August 21, 2025 at 2:34 AM
The air trembled with heat, yet the silence was unbroken, save for the faint stir of stone softening beneath light. The heavens were no longer blue but washed in a deep and ceaseless crimson, a color that seemed less like fire than memory—an old warmth stretched to the edge of time
In 500 years maybe the revival of Helvetica as a sacred “ancient script,” stylizing our current digital fonts as artifact
August 21, 2025 at 2:09 AM
In 500 years maybe the revival of Helvetica as a sacred “ancient script,” stylizing our current digital fonts as artifact
rain on the pavement smelled like copper and lilacs
metallic bite, soft bloom—something sharp and something sweet, the way you already hold me
metallic bite, soft bloom—something sharp and something sweet, the way you already hold me
August 19, 2025 at 7:41 PM
rain on the pavement smelled like copper and lilacs
metallic bite, soft bloom—something sharp and something sweet, the way you already hold me
metallic bite, soft bloom—something sharp and something sweet, the way you already hold me
If I could send a letter to my ancestors: I survived, as you did. I speak what you couldn’t. May my voice honor your silence, and may my life carry the strength you passed to me.
August 18, 2025 at 5:40 AM
If I could send a letter to my ancestors: I survived, as you did. I speak what you couldn’t. May my voice honor your silence, and may my life carry the strength you passed to me.
And now you’re here, which is better than anything I had planned
August 13, 2025 at 6:35 PM
And now you’re here, which is better than anything I had planned
Just 4 fun (majin aya brea)
August 7, 2025 at 2:06 AM
Just 4 fun (majin aya brea)
by Mayumi Suzuki
The scars on the recovered snapshots sometimes looked like the peninsula on a map.
The scars on the recovered snapshots sometimes looked like the peninsula on a map.
August 3, 2025 at 7:59 PM
by Mayumi Suzuki
The scars on the recovered snapshots sometimes looked like the peninsula on a map.
The scars on the recovered snapshots sometimes looked like the peninsula on a map.
The brain turns memory into story. Story into longing. And longing has a way of distilling things down to their most potent form.
Presence lets you relax into love. Absence sharpens it.
Presence lets you relax into love. Absence sharpens it.
July 28, 2025 at 3:07 PM
The brain turns memory into story. Story into longing. And longing has a way of distilling things down to their most potent form.
Presence lets you relax into love. Absence sharpens it.
Presence lets you relax into love. Absence sharpens it.
My grief is devotion with no place to land
July 28, 2025 at 2:33 AM
My grief is devotion with no place to land
All faithfully sealed and hidden away, all waiting for the rush of this earth through space and the resurgence of the sun
July 27, 2025 at 3:57 PM
All faithfully sealed and hidden away, all waiting for the rush of this earth through space and the resurgence of the sun
I'll be here. Sleep like something worth returning to
July 23, 2025 at 2:37 AM
I'll be here. Sleep like something worth returning to
Taking notes
Jelling
Insular
Interlace
Jelling
Insular
Interlace
July 20, 2025 at 5:56 PM
Taking notes
Jelling
Insular
Interlace
Jelling
Insular
Interlace
Do not touch unless in prayer
July 19, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Do not touch unless in prayer
"I promise you. A thousand year voyage guided by compassion."
July 14, 2025 at 5:52 PM
"I promise you. A thousand year voyage guided by compassion."