oh, the brilliant lights

[stavroginas]

She knew a lot of things about disaster. She could manage.

— Joan Didion, Play It as It Lays

[metamorphesque]

quotidian | haley tippmann

[the-evil-clergyman]

Evening Star by Henri-Pierre Picou (19th Century)

[artesonraju]

[cactus-spirit-deactivated202211]

Me: "I need some serotonin."

Husband: Stands up.

Husband: Sits back down.

Hisband: "I didn't remember what serotonin was until after I stood up so I was deadass about to go get you some."

[feenyxblue]

Hes a little confused, but hes got the spirit

[kosukeajiro-deactivated20210709]

plate

[gahdamnpunk]

Imagine what we could get done if we actually spent the effort to play to everyone’s strengths instead of just shoving them through the same grinder. The world would have been a beautiful place

[nonbiblicnephilim]

“I tell you this not as aimless revelation but because I want you to know, as you read me, precisely who I am and where I am and what is on my mind. I want you to understand exactly what you are getting: you are getting a woman who for some time now has felt radically separated from most of the ideas that seem to interest people. You are getting a woman who somewhere along the line misplaced whatever slight faith she ever had in the social contract, in the meliorative principle, in the whole grand pattern of human endeavor.” ______________________ "Voglio che capiate esattamente chi vi trovate di fronte: vi trovate di fronte a una donna che ormai da qualche tempo si sente radicalmente distaccata dalla maggior parte delle idee che sembrano interessare agli altri. Vi trovate di fronte a una donna che lungo il percorso ha smarrito qualunque barlume di fiducia abbia mai avuto nel contratto sociale, nel principio di miglioramento, in tutto il grandioso sistema dell’impresa umana."

Joan Didion

[rareaudreyhepburn]

Technicolor slides of Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard on the set of the Breakfast At Tiffany’s, 1960.

[nevver]

[augustnoire]

[artemisiasea]

[cold-earth-connection]

[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #2654 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Imagine myself a droplet of water, imagine my excitement as I fall from the shower head and see my destination. Aim for your hair, I would, the soft landing in the soaking smoke and curl, but I wouldn’t linger, there’s more to explore after all.  

Down your face next, pausing on eyelids, on the side of your nose, then resting awhile on your lips. I search for heartbeats here, feel the sphere of me tremble and forget to ask questions of the surface tension that holds me together.  

Lips to throat, vibrating from your breath, then over the hillsides of your breasts, beyond the last expanse South.

I am destined for drain, we all are, but give me this lifetime before it comes.  Let me get to the softness of your thighs and then maybe, just maybe, let me evaporate.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

[5tn]

[restfulraccoon]

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[tealcheesecake]