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don't look so woebegone

[drunkwhenimadethis]

Having too many strong opinions and being attached to branches of logic is a bit like being incapacitated, the opposite of intelligence. Intelligence isn't even the right word - I don't have the best word. Being lured in by mental activity, justified by mental activity, disgraced by mental activity. It's all insanity. You have to think less, or identify less with the activity of thinking, to know at all. Thought is always old. Too much thinking without aim = Death of perception

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

Ivan Shishkin and Konstantin Savitsky, "Morning in a Pine Forest", 1889

[sporadiccupcakeengineer-deactiv]

Met this lady on a hike recently, and she reminded me autumn is close

[tsalala]

“A unique form of decoration! One of the older cubs from the Birmingham pride hosts some eye-frequenting moths.

These moths feed off of eye secretions, often seen around drowsy and sleeping mammals. The pride was settling down and resting in the early morning and the moths took advantage of the opportunity!”

AndBeyond Ngala Safari Lodge, South Africa Images taken from a video by Daniel Wraith

[darinsa]

[energyprison]

the monks described me as "a pleasure to have on the mountain"

[droawsy]

portraits of utility poles

[saintcolumbiformes]

Worst thing ever in the whole world is when a thunderstorm is forecasted and then it doesn’t storm. literally so rude I was excited for this all day.

[sioltach]

this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world 

[vintagehomecollection]

Behind a rustic bench, the old potting shed is grown over with ivy to make it more a part of the yard architecture.

The Backyard Book - Ideas and Resources for Outdoor Living, 1988

[fem-scum]

“Here’s the twist that emerged. Some young women wanted sexual equity with men: that’s a claim for equal power. They didn’t want to be mere sex objects, they wanted to be active sexual agents. But while true and total sexual equality between men and women is still too threatening, it has nonetheless proved lucrative to flatter women that they have it. So the media began to highlight this message: it’s through sex and sexual display that women really have the power to get what they want. And because the true path to power comes from being an object of desire, girls and women should now actively choose—even celebrate and embrace—being sex objects. That’s the mark of a truly confident, can-do girl: one whose objectification isn’t imposed from without, but comes from within. You have to admit, this is a very slick contortion. The best way to gain this kind of power is to cater to what men want. And you’re not acquiescing to men or to patriarchal sexual requirements: by submitting, you’re in the driver’s seat!”

Douglas, Susan J. The Rise of Enlightened Sexism: How Pop Culture Took Us from Girl Power to Girls Gone Wild. St. Martin's Press, 2010.

[kisxmesoft]

[mournfulroses]

Anne Truitt, from a diary entry featured in Daybook: The Journal of an Artist

[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

[metamorphesque]

poems to read while having breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood

You by Carol Ann Duffy

Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Blessed be the spectacle by Lev St. Valentine

You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings

Hope you're well. Please don't read this by Lev St. Valentine

To Say Dark Things by Ingeborg Bachmann

Lilichka by Vladimir Mayakovski

Love and Hate by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

Sanctuary by Jean Valentine

the winter sun says fight by Peter Gizzi

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

A Primer For The Small Weird Loves by Richard Siken

Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken

Morning by Frank O Hara

We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova

You'll Live, But I'll Not… by Anna Akhmatova

from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva

The Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova

In Dream by Anna Akhmatova

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

[craftingtheclassics]

“When we say cliché, stereotype, trite pseudoelegant phrase, and so on, we imply, among other things, that when used for the first time in literature the phrase was original and had a vivid meaning. In fact, it became hackneyed because its meaning was at first vivid and neat, and attractive, and so the phrase was used over and over again until it became a stereotype, a cliché. We can thus define clichés as bits of dead prose and of rotting poetry.”

— Vladimir Nabokov drops this brilliant bit of insight roughly half way through his lecture on James Joyce’s Ulysses, the last of his in Lectures on Literature.

[metamorphesque]

― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

[text ID: To write, you have to want something to survive you.]