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Dirt & Bone Witch. Feral. Woods. Ocean. Words. Books. The Weird. Poet. Teacher. Magpie at heart. Mother of Squirrels and Magpies. Odd, strange little thing. 🇳🇴 🐻❄️🐭 🐺 Mor til Ailo 🐺. ❤️ Kona til @hvittingen.bsky.social ♾️
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thekentacorn.bsky.social
During a Mast Year for acorns, like this year, squirrels get lazy
A red squirrel with its arms raised above its head
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artologica.net
Squirrel of the Day for October 8, 2025 is a happy mama #sqrlpix
gray mom squirrel with peanut
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beautifulbizarre.net
Don’t miss Fear to Tread, the spookiest and most beautiful exhibit on display right now through October 25th at Nanny Goat Gallery. There are over 50 new original paintings and sculptures celebrating the Halloween season!

nannygoatgallery.com/fear-to-tread/

Work shown by John Walker

#art
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tammykomoff.bsky.social
We almost lost the Middle-English Poem Beowulf to fire!

Buried in the private Cotton library, the only copy of Beowulf was never truly studied.

Then in 1731, a fire destroyed Ashburnham House & most of the library. In a desperate attempt to save the codex a heroic librarian flung the smoking ⬇️
A badly burned manuscript page of the poem Beowulf. Ashburnham House, the building where the private Cotton Library was kept containing the only copy of Beowulf. It burned in 1731. Most of the books went up in flames, but a few were saved.
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tammykomoff.bsky.social
manuscript out of a window.

While Beowulf was one of the lucky few to survive the fire, it still carries the scorch marks of that night.

It was another 55 years before a second copy of the poem was transcribed and we realized just how old and special it really is!
ulveheksa.bsky.social
The tree of hearts. 🃏

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Tree with bright yellow/orange leaves against blue sky. In the tree there are large red hearts hanging. There is a white picket fence and a leaf-covered walkway. The wall along the walkway is black and has colorful images painted on it.
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iandunt.bsky.social
Calling English a 'rip-off degree' is one of the most blatant exhibitions of personal barbarism I've ever seen. You've demonstrated nothing but the poverty of your own mind.
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mbsycamore.bsky.social
Honey, Harmony Holiday knows how to start a book review, listen: "James Baldwin fell in love too easily, & we are the victors feeding on the spoils of his dysfunctional longings as they mingle with his use of language in the service of divine justice."🔥🔥🔥(in the new issue of @bookforum.bsky.social)
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birdheartedgirl.bsky.social
I will not adjust myself to the world.
I am adjusted to myself.

― Anaïs Nin
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dreamsofbeing.bsky.social
At night.

Edvard Munch; tr. Jennifer Lloyd
I lie at night and listen to my heart beating. I hear the blood roaring in my ears - it fills my head - it seethes under my skin and in the tips of my fingers and toes. My skin tingles.
How they buzz, those billions of worlds that stream along from the skin to the heart - rhythmically steered by the beating of the heart.
Billions of worlds push forward. They wish to find a path out of their confinement. Yet they have to return over and over again. It gushes in the canals of my ear - it vibrates in my limbs - those billions of worlds.
What is little - what is large - what is time?
One second between my heartbeats - and the worlds inside me have made their circumnavigation. The light from the furthest stars in the universe take billions of years to reach me.
In my cellular tissue the worlds are at work - and the inhabitants of those worlds - the starry stream in the cellular tissue - and its inhabitants - and its atoms. I shut my eyes in the darkness. It shines and sparkles inside me. The worlds give off their light - the atoms give off their light.
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dansturn.bsky.social
Surround in words the howled wind
of the still to happen
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dansturn.bsky.social
The past is gone and still going
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regretteruane.bsky.social
Lovely endpapers from The Twilight Zone, 13 New Stories from the Supernatural, Especially Written for Young People by Ron Serling, from 1963.
Unwieldy title, but each of the 13 stories begins with one of these extraordinary, atmospheric mixed media illustrations by Earl E. Mayan
Endpapers from a book The Twilight Zone 13 New Stories from the Supernatural Especially Written for Young People which has creepy monk-like hooded figures drawn in black and grey intermingled with purple skeletons against a grey and purple background and in the bottom left corner a black and white photo of an white man, probably in his 60s or 70s, balding with round spectacles which looks as if it has been torn from a photograph and stuck in
ulveheksa.bsky.social
Your daily dose of wtf....
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colindickey.com
Ann Radcliffe eating hard cheese right before bed to give herself nightmares, Stoker claiming Dracula was the result of a nightmare induced by a “too generous helping of dressed crab,” let’s go back to the golden age of eating incredibly rich food before bed to create horror literature
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kittenstrudel.bsky.social
Colin See-Paynton, Tiding of Magpies, wood engraving, n.d.
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amschelkavka.bsky.social
2 slices of cake with milk.

Franz Kafka, 1916.
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amschelkavka.bsky.social
I'm going to sleep, I only want to greet you with a few strokes of the pen, my dearest, incomprehensibly beloved.

Franz Kafka, 1913.