a departure

jeremy, queer, trauma | literary theory student

[weltenwellen]

V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

[d-vsl]

[fairytaleprincessart]

[myfairynuffstuff]

Lucy Grossmith - Spring Joy. Acrylics on deckle edged paper.

[unsubconscious]

Hideo Tanaka, ‘Balance’, 2021

[yard-sales]

[himneska]

Beata. Photographed by Kimmo Metsaranta and Lina Jelanski for Nasty Magazine.

[bloomthephotographersclub]

Alba Yruela http://albayruela.tumblr.com/

[thunderstruck9]

Łukasz Stokłosa (Polish, b. 1986), Untitled, 2014. Oil on canvas, 30 x 40 cm.

[hirxeth]

“I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.”

— — Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New (via lifeinpoetry)

[floraexpress]

Laura Lacambra Shubert

[yidan]

“To whom, to what could I abandon myself utterly?”

— Risto Ahti, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “A Rite,” 

[artist-sarian]

Portrait of Nina Komurdzhyan, 1917, Martiros Sarian

[huariqueje]

Swimmer   -   Pedro Covo

Colombian,b.1988-

50 x 50 cm.

[264571956-deactivated20210621]

“It was a mistake to keep this single knife in my heart so long, but it is my knife, and my heart, too,”

— Richard Jackson, from “Basic Algebra,” Richard Jackson Greatest Hits: 1980-2004 (Pudding House Publications, 2004)

[haverst]

source

[thunderstruck9]

Jack Mendenhall (American, b. 1937), Tiburon Interior, 1990. Oil on linen, 158.8 × 133.4 cm.

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“I must not think of the past. I must go on, destroying my memory.”

As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980, Susan Sontag