headline from the nature briefing today / Map of the World, seperis

if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
we're not kids anymore.
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headline from the nature briefing today / Map of the World, seperis
Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong
"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out
Lou Andreas-Salomé, from Looking Back: Memoirs; translated by Breon Mitchell
Text ID: Our first experience, remarkably enough, is that of loss. A moment before, we were everything, undifferentiated, invisibly part of some kind of being—only to be pressed into birth.
Ta-Nehisi Coates, from Between the World and Me
Text ID: There was before you, and then there was after, and in this after, you were the God I'd never had. I submitted before your needs, and I knew then that I must survive for something more than survival's sake. I must survive for you."
it’s amazing the entire dashboard is just old things. shakespeare. arthuriana. gargantua. the epic of gilgamesh. the brothers karamazov. beowulf. wuthering heights. medieval mystics. dracula novel discourse. lawrence of arabia 1962. al pacino. die girlies auf tumblr are thriving and having a ball going about as if media stopped happening post 2010
Nikos Kazantazkis, from The Last Temptation of Christ
Text ID: The doors of heaven and hell are adjacent and identical.
We need more images like these i think
Orache moth, Trachea atriplicis, Noctuidae
Photographed in France by Matthieu Berroneau
Shared with permission; do not remove credit or re-post!
"Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It's a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I'll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish I thought about people like this more often. I think it's the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do. We prefer to pick people apart to find their flaws. Cultivating these feelings of love or appreciation for random people, and even for people I don't like, makes me a more forgiving and appreciative person toward myself and people I love. Also, it's just a really excellent pastime."
— Dean Spade, from his essay For Lovers and Fighters
girl who has only the most normal relationship with time and memory and regret and grief
John F. Peto (1854-1907) “Oranges Wrapped”
Ahh *sips coffee* another day of posting art no one will see. This is my girlfriend’s cat, salem. He fluffy.
A shepherd leads his herd back from grassland in the Talesh mountain area, close to the Caspian Sea, in Iran on December 19, 2016. (Ebrahim Noroozi/AP)
lotus sleeper / acrylic and crayon on paper
A Tiger by Gustave Surand (1860-1937)
Via della Luce, Roma