[atrupti]

following from @wow-moos

[eddy25960-deactivated20250412]

Xenia Maszowez Artwork/ "The lover"

Leaf skeleton on old glass plate negative

[sridevi]

Rekha as Umrao Jaan // Umrao Jaan (1981)

[fordarkmornings]

Lewis Baumer (British, 1870-1963)

Confidences; Illustration from The Tatler, 1923

[lumierebelge]

[1995lahaine]

well if there's one thing i have to say about oppenheimer it's that it reminded me of my brief obsession with schrodinger & everett & many worlds theory & that i wanted to write a poem about it once a time. so i did that.

[aworldofpattern]

The Rain Coat by Robert Wun

SS23 Couture

Silk-mix jacquard and embossed taffeta rain coat. Hand-beaded with over 30,000 Swarovski clear crystals. Over 600 hours of hand work.

[cheresceless]

Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

[farmwitch]

these spring mother sheep i saw today & the three graces by botticelli

[orpheuslament]

go here

[weltenwellen]

Devin Kelly, “How to Drown”

[archaeoblr]

unfiltered photos of the sunset from the other day that had me GASPING for breath

[el-im]

[charminglyantiquated]

Sea Fever! My favorite poem in the world, especially as the season ends each year and I get nostalgic. I hope I’ve done it justice. _ other comics /art /ko-fi /patreon

[firstfullmoon]

If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.

— Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258

[firstfullmoon]

And in that first post-heroin spring, my ageless dope body was gone. I’d traded it for a body that was like an empty hive. In the spring the missing swarms flew back through the sunset to fill it up again. [...] Not that I missed the dope body. I was sick of having the kind of problems that demons have—sick to death—but the scale of the human problem was breathtaking. It took my breath away, standing in front of those colossal sunsets. Red and purple. The memory of bedtime when I was four coming back in that color. The memory of my first kiss coming back. The way my bedroom smelled when I was ten and I was sick.

— Michael W. Clune, White Out

[anthonyhurd]

Tell me the story again - 26x32” acrylic on canvas.

[oh-girl-among-the-roses]

Postcard clutches at Schiaparelli Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2015