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[8teesmeh]

[funeral]

When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality. So poetry becomes a philosophy to guide a man throughout his life. [ . . . ] The artist appears not just as an explorer of life, but as one who creates great spiritual treasures and that special beauty which is subject only to poetry. Such an artist can discern the lines of the poetic design of being. He is capable of going beyond the limitations of coherent logic, and conveying the deep complexity and truth of the impalpable connections and hidden phenomena of life. Without such perception, even a work that purports to be true to life will seem artificially uniform and simplistic. An artist may achieve an outward illusion, a life-like effect, but that is not at all the same as examining life beneath the surface.

Andrei Tarkovsky, Interviews

[vqtkufi]

”I will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in”

@mothercain

[444findmeinwoods]

2025, me listening to perverts by ethel cain

[deerunderpowerlines]

is it cold in the water?

[splattergut]

Djakarta Museum. East Java. 1963

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[animentality]

[b4rfbrain]

strawberry house by nymphaert

[feral-ballad]

i turned 23 today. with 870907608 heartbeats and 90719543 breaths taken, i’m so glad to be alive. i hope love finds us in every lifetime ♡

[campsis]

Zoe Aguerreberry (@agueb_)

[scavengedluxury]

Ferenc Kölcsey High School, Mihály Munkácsy street, Budapest, 1983. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[444findmeinwoods]

[vampratx]

caught in the act!

[funeral]

There was something almost agonising about speaking and being misunderstood or found unintelligible, something that got right to the heart of all my fears about aloneness. No one will ever understand you. No one wants to hear what you say. Why can’t you fit in, why do you have to stick out so much? It wasn’t hard to see why someone in this position might come to mistrust language, doubting its ability to bridge the gap between bodies, traumatised by the revealed gulf, the potentially lethal abyss that lurks beneath each carefully proffered sentence. Dumbness in this context might be a way of evading hurt, dodging the pain of failed communication by refusing to participate in it at all. That’s how I explained my growing silence, anyway; as an aversion akin to someone wishing to avoid a repeated electric shock.

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

[alpha-beta-gamer]

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[mmcoconut]

He said “！“

[funeral]