Pigeon Superstition

i mean like whatever man yknow?

[beguines]

Anya Krugovoy Silver, I Watched You Disappear

[fuckin-man-suit]

Behind a Little House, by Manuel Cosentino

[ageofhooper]

Norwich Cathedral

[thereissomethinginthecorn]

[7adreen]

Putra mosque in Malaysia 

[folieadeuxdy]

labor day mood

[chips1977]

hope I dont get killed today

[danmooj]

[kosmogrl]

experiencing unexplainable emotions (late summer melancholy)

[metamorphesque]

musings on the sun

christina perneta, noor hindi, vincent van gogh, jeanette winterson, zinaida vysota docenko, anne sexton, olga kos, khalil gibran

[vigilantsycamore]

@slavicafire this post made me think of you

[orpheuslament]

one thing about me is that i will lose my mind about the personification of the house

[orpheuslament]

this house hates you. this house loves you. this house wont ever let you leave. this house has eyes & a mouth. you could make this house speak. you could make this house cry. this house has seen the worst parts of you & wants to keep you inside it forever. this house will die with you. etc.

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, "To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song." Blue Horses

[dwellsinparadise]

Pretend, for example, that you were born in Chicago and have never had the remotest desire to visit Hong Kong, which is only a name on a map for you; pretend that some convulsion, sometimes called accident, throws you into connection with a man or a woman who lives in Hong Kong; and that you fall in love. Hong Kong will immediately cease to be a name and become the center of your life. And you may never know how many people live in Hong Kong. But you will know that one man or one woman lives there without whom you cannot live. And this is how our lives are changed, and this is how we are redeemed.

What a journey this life is! Dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earth quake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

—James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket

[coughloop]

No 👎

[beguines]

Anya Krugovoy Silver, I Watched You Disappear

[wo2bzy1vl4-deactivated20220710]

[alecstasy]

my anonymous friend sent me this and i thought this was really beautiful