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@accidentallykal
kinda wanna relationship, kinda wanna stay single my whole life, kinda wanna go on adventures, kinda wanna stay in my bed my whole life
Places where reality is a bit altered:
playgrounds at night
rest stops on highways
deep in the mountains
early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
schools during breaks
those little beaches right next to ferry docks
bowling alleys
unfamiliar mcdonalds on long roadtrips
your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
laundromats at midnight
• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet
galeries in art museums that are empty except for you
the lighting section of home depot
stairwells
•hospital waiting rooms •airports from midnight to 7am • bathrooms in small concert venues
I just got the weirdest feeling I swear
OK LISTEN THERE ARE REASONS FOR THIS!!!
A lot of these places are called liminal spaces - which means they are throughways from one space to the next. Places like rest stops, stairwells, trains, parking lots, waiting rooms, airports feel weird when you’re in them because their existence is not about themselves, but the things before and after them. They have no definitive place outside of their relationship to the spaces you are coming from and going to. Reality feels altered here because we’re not really supposed to be in them for a long time for think about them as their own entities, and when we do they seem odd and out of place.
The other spaces feel weird because our brains are hard-wired for context - we like things to belong to a certain place and time and when we experience those things outside of the context our brains have developed for them, our brains are like NOPE SHIT THIS ISN’T RIGHT GET OUT ABORT ABORT. Schools not in session, empty museums, being awake when other people are asleep - all these things and spaces feel weird because our brain is like “I already have a context for this space and this is not it so it must be dangerous.” Our rational understanding can sometimes override that immediate “danger” impulse but we’re still left with a feeling of wariness and unease.
Listen I am very passionate about liminal spaces they are fascinating stuff or perhaps I am merely a nerd.
I, for one, appreciate your passion for liminal spaces and thank you for explaining it to the rest of us.
okay but waking up in the middle of the night to soft rain and knowing you’ve still got hours to sleep, when you’re toasty warm and comfortable & sleep has made you forget all your worries and responsibilities and u go back to sleep feeling as content as ever
dreamier times on the eastern cape [South Africa]
instagram @takeme.north
the poem is like coffee- sometimes eerie black, reminiscent of the rage that used to contort their faces when their words were once again faced with dismissal. sometimes sweet, sugary, dolled up with apologies and ‘maybes’ and phrasing so delicate they almost forget that their candy red hearts are dripping blood. the poem is like coffee- enjoyed by some, turned away by others. some days scalding hot, some days frigid cold, but always with a underlying bitterness to keep the soul awake. the poem is like coffee- and they know better than anyone that the mourning just isn’t the same without some coffee.
mourning//poetry. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)
the day i left was the day i fell apart. i hated it, i hated seeing you pretend like you weren’t on the verge of tears. i hated pretending not to notice. but i needed it. i couldn’t get you out of my mind so i chose to leave my mind behind. i let you have it, i let you live in it. running away from you was the only way i knew how to get away from you. and i thought that it would work. i really did. yet it didn’t. because as you can see, my body still knows you my fingers continue to write all about you. i handed you all of me, everything. i’m still yours and i don’t want to be.
yours// rewrite. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)
Artist Alert: Jose Silva
Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you
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