Tilda Swinton

Tilda Swinton

@NotTildaSwinton

A collection of universal energy. Mother of a bat, Theremiah Swinton. Created by and . http://nottildaswinton.tumblr.com 

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  1. 2 Feb

    We've made a book copy of the tweets available for those interested: WE'RE MAKING NO PROFIT:

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  2. 1 Nov

    Goodnight.

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  3. 31 Oct

    I'm still waiting for my gills to seal up for my journey home; I thank you for your patience.

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  4. 31 Oct

    The sky has turned a pale yellow-sickly; I told this to the two-headed fox combing my hair. He agreed. My departure nears.

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  5. 30 Oct

    Fish once had legs, in the very early days. I was there, and they were not as supercilious as the walking today. Could you swim forever?

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  6. 30 Oct

    Do you not have a favorite blood platelet? I do. I call him Terry. I always know where Terry resides. Right now he is in my liver.

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  7. 30 Oct

    Hung my skin up on a branch to dry after the rain. I'll remember how tender these gusts felt on my skeleton, long after I return tomorrow.

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  8. 29 Oct

    No need to lecture me on how to survive a storm: I've already anchored myself to the base of a cranberry bog. I will wait-still, wide-eyed

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  9. 28 Oct

    I've maintained a steady correspondence with the wild boar that nursed me through most of my infancy; Mother was never resentful.

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  10. 28 Oct

    Are you prepared for the coming winds? I am wearing a shawl made entirely out of the hair on my head-my ravaged scalp has since cooled.

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  11. 27 Oct

    Sending this from a cement vault, buried beneath the bedrock of a river trench. My companion is a stalk of corn. Join us! It's wonderful.

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  12. 27 Oct

    I am, have always been, and will forever be, negative 1 years old.

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  13. 27 Oct

    Once, Theremiah was gone for days, when suddenly, he crashed through my window with a burlap sack. When I looked inside, I saw dark matter.

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  14. 27 Oct

    I spent a decade with my mouth agape-birds tucked away by my gums; mating, birthing, dying. This was back when I only had three mouths.

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  15. 26 Oct

    Covered every inch of my flesh with hot tar. I am relying on the curiosity of neighboring animals to pick away once the tar has hardened.

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  16. 26 Oct

    The proud mustang stands at the fence, watching the last cowboy climb into his new automobile. His saddle longs for the caress of buttocks.

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  17. 26 Oct

    I bound my limbs, released myself to ocean tides. Trust brought me back to shore. I then coughed up a piece of bark; I am wearing it now.

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  18. 26 Oct

    I woke again in stone quiet of infant morning to find deer hooves where my hands once were, fur on my bosom. I'll spend this day in thanks.

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  19. 25 Oct

    A buzzard once challenged me to hold my breath between two full moons. Even when my flesh turned violet, I gritted my teeth and howled.

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  20. 25 Oct

    Imagine the great sadness a tree feels in this season, as it must bid adieu to this year's leaf-friends. Rake them away to help it grieve.

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