[katgecs]

various works by Miho Kajioka

[imdefault]

[metamorphesque]

Stephen Abel Sinding, To Mennesker (Two Lovers)

[pmamtraveller]

Laurent Marqueste - Perseus slaying Medusa

[zegalba]

The tombstone of Nadezhda Alliluyeva, Stalin's second wife, is surrounded by unbreakable glass to prevent vandalism.

[myloish]

mere whims when a real desire walks in

[what-even-is-thiss]

“Cats don’t actually love you”

A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.

Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.

Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.

[lifeinpoetry]

“When I’d first loved him, I wanted to take him apart, as a child dismembers a clockwork toy, to comprehend the inscrutable mechanics of its interior. I wanted to see him far more naked than he was with his clothes off.”

— Angela Carter, from “Flesh and the Mirror,” Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

[bleedingspiral]

open wound wednesday don’t forget to let someone stick their fingers in it <3

[pnglove]

PNGs of cat donuts from this post

[medievalcowboy]

allegories of the five senses, in order: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell (1617-1618) by jan brueghel the elder & peter paul rubens

[bellaswanirl]

September 15th, 2025

A collage for the coming months. I am setting my intentions for fall and manifesting good days.

[beingharsh]

It is the phenomenon sometimes called alienation from self. In its advanced stages, we no longer answer the telephone, because someone might want something; that we could say no without drowning in self-reproach is an idea alien to this game. Every encounter demands too much, tears the nerves, drains the will, and the spectre of something as small as an unanswered letter arouses such disproportionate guilt that one's sanity becomes an object of speculation among one's acquaintances. To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves—there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.

"On Self-Respect", Joan Didion

[wonderstruck]

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

[zegalba]

Susie Benes: "From Blood, Wings” (2021)

[productomag]

betsey johnson fall 2011 backstage

[nickmpreg]

you don’t gotta tell me to boycott the Nintendo prices by not buying bc i don’t have the money to get them anyways

[nickmpreg]

‘guys don’t spend 600-700 dollars on the new nintendo products to send a message’ im way ahead of you man