今でも青は澄んでいる

[chuiemily]

the feminine urge to kiss a man's neck

[metamorphesque]

— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[metamorphesque]

[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]

[bugeceicelim-deactivated2023120]

[disc80s]

golden hour

[cinematapestry]

The Dreamers (2003) dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

[wellwaterhysteria]

a very quick poem i just wrote, made from excerpts of texts my mum has sent me this year.

[grocerystore-gf]

something about crowds singing in unison at concerts that leaves my entire existence awestruck. its the the most human thing ever.

[paintdeath]

Title TBD by Nan Goldin Details from Scopophila, a single channel high-definition video projection

[shinimasu-deactivated20130526]

[metamorphesque]

Miss you. Would like to grab that chilled tofu we love. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

[ryebreadgf]

THE GARDEN

[slugmoji]

id: Text reads in all caps "I don't thinks love will fix everything, but sometimes I wish there was someone to hold my hand while I sit in my sour little pool of misery, and after a while say come on, you know I will sit with you forever if you want, but I can tell you about a garden where sweet things grow, hanging low because the happiness is so heavy, remember sweet things, and I would say remind me, and he would, again, and again, and again, describe all the loveliness still left in the world, until I forgot about where I was sitting, until the garden grew around us, slowly, so while I was still sitting in my sour little pool of misery, at least the view was lovely, and at least someone was holding my hand." /end id.

[thecollectibles]

Undertaker by Artem Demura

[ps1]

Harbor Seals in the Fog

[squid-star]

november is a girl, is a boy, is someone struggling to find their way home

jay kim // ‘winter ghosts’, sean fitzgerald // unknown // ‘the daily life of new york in 1983′, thomas hoepker // ‘on space time foam’, tomás saraceno photographed by alessandro coco // unknown // ‘a window to the soul’, @coiledkarma // ‘our love story’, lee hyun-ju // ‘re:co girl vol. 3’, stripetee // ‘my november guest’, robert frost

[kyouka-supremacy]

I love you translator notes I love you translators caring that I fully grasp the meaning of the original text I love you translators adding cultural context and specifics so I can better understand what's going on I love you long rants on why a joke is impossible to translate I love you translators adding their little comments to the scene I love you translators feeling human and involved in the material I love you translating as a form of art I love you little t/n abbreviation

[disc80s]

x

[vulcandroid]

“And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm–whether it’s something or someone–toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.”

— Paul Schmidtberger, from Design Flaws of the Human Condition (Broadway Books, 2007)