I die of dreams;

Hi! You can call me Blue, and I’m tired of all this fucking laundry. Blog Avatar: Joaquín Sorolla, "Boxing raisins, Javea," 1901, Blog Title: Delmira Agustini, from "Intimate" tr: Valerie Martínez

[random-brushstrokes]

Alexander Koester (German, 1864–1932) - An embroiderer at the window

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

I wanted to cry, to raise my voice in lamentation, but that was impossible. I was too old and too experienced for tears. There's such a thing in the world as a sadness beyond tears—a sadness you can't explain to anybody or, even if you managed to explain it, a sadness you can't get them to understand. It can't be changed into any other form: it just piles up silently in the heart like snow on a windless night.

– Haruki Murakami, End of the World and Hard-Boiled Wonderland

[random-brushstrokes]

Carlo Socrate - The robing (Intimacy), 1924

[huariqueje]

Velvet and Sand - Serge Marshennikov , 2026.

Russian , b. 1971 -

Oil on canvas , 20 x 20 in. 50.8 x 50.8 cm.

[jareckiworld]

Francine Van Hove (1942-2025) — The Sphinxes and the Dictionary [oil on canvas, 1985]

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Though I am diminished, I remain myself. The air itself catches fire if I ask it.

— Kelly Link, The Book of Love

[lifeinpoetry]

What is it that a shadow is trying to say / with the borrowed tongue of silence? Here I stand, // having heard all that has been said, / and like the prolonged abundance of an olive tree // I recall only the beauty of a life, / vast and resilient.

— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Two, Bakandamiya

[beatricecenci]

Léon Perrault (French, 1832-1908)

Méditation

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

It feels good to think about you when I'm warm in bed. I feel as if you're curled up there beside me, fast asleep.

– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[random-brushstrokes]

Jacobus Leonardus van der Meide (Dutch, 1910-2002) - A moonlit Venetian scene

[firstfullmoon]

Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “No Poems Today,” in The New Economy

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Johann Peter Flück - Self-Portrait (1934)

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

"We have missed it…There is nothing at all to be found here. I will travel farther, and I may find it in other places."

– R. A. Lafferty, from “Boomer Flats,” Does Anyone Else Have Something Further to Add? Stories About Secret Places and Mean Men (Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1974)

[oldpaintings]

Resting Female by Pauline Wallen (American, 1922–2010)

[huariqueje]

Sleeping woman  -   Serge de Vries

Dutch,b.1968-

Oil on panel, 16 x 16 cm.

[petaltexturedskies]

Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

[dearorpheus]

[...] — I tell myself but Louise you are not going to kill yourself it is not necessary, you are strong enough now to push suicide away – this thought makes me snap out of a nightmare. I am convinced but Louise you don’t owe anything to anyone You no longer have debts, you do not have debts – You can close the door and chase claims from your conscience; You made yourself a victim of your own masochism; You want to expiate crimes that do not exist – You do not have to die for Anyone – This realization is a revelation

— Louise Bourgeois