a darling thing

50+ | Canadian | 5w4 | INTP Even though you won't believe me my story is beautiful And the serpent that sang it Sang it from out of the well - Leonora Carrington

[a-darling-thing]

obligatory pinned post. 50+|Canadian|INTP|5w4 --------------------------------- predominately a digital commonplace. reblog heavy. art, photography, quotes, film stills, books, history, journaling/commonplacing and other points of interest. personal posts tagged as follows #proof of life - personal musings, daily happenings and observations. #the archive - on my journaling and commonplacing. #the talking cure - on therapy and mental health

[beelze0-0]

1973

Prints available here

CW: blood, suggestive material

(ID: sequential art

image 1: a scene from San Francisco 1973, Armand sitting on a chair in the dim light of the apartment, Daniel at his feet, Armand’s foot pressed between Daniel’s legs

image 2: a close up of a man’s laughing face on the tv screen

image 3: a close up of Daniel’s open mouth, blood dripping from his nose down his face and the light of a tv screen with a gleeful woman in the background

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[red-cosmicc]

claudia, oil on canvas 11"×14"

[cyberglittter]

photography by leslie zhang

[transparentoctopus]

Gorge Frederic Watts, after the deluge 1886

[kayflapper]

A Jeanne Lanvin evening dress featuring intricate black and silver beadwork, c. 1928.

[kayflapper]

A pair of vintage leather shoes, made of silk and satin. (Hellstern & Sons shoes) Paris c.1918-1920.

[manny-jacinto]

HAROLD PERRINEAU as Mercutio | ROMEO + JULIET (1996)

[blubalum]

[argumate]

I keep thinking this! very frustrating

[argumate]

fuck!

[a-darling-thing]

RIP David Hockney

[apoemaday]

I Don't Know How Many Souls I Have

by Fernando Pessoa tr. Richard Zenith

I don’t know how many souls I have. I’ve changed at every moment. I always feel like a stranger. I’ve never seen or found myself. From being so much, I have only soul. A man who has soul has no calm. A man who sees is just what he sees. A man who feels is not who he is.

Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and stop being I. Each of my dreams and each desire Belongs to whoever had it, not me. I am my own landscape, I watch myself journey -- Various, mobile, and alone. Here where I am I can’t feel myself.

That’s why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: “Was that me?” God knows, because he wrote it.

[valscrapbook]

[1woodland]

[a-darling-thing]

fabio meschini

[werenotreallystrangers]

a lot of your suffering comes from treating your nature like a problem to manage instead of a design to understand

[a-darling-thing]

“My life is like a book written in a language I don’t understand.” — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[lucymaterials-blog]

Doris Salcedo, Atrabiliarios, 1992 - 2004