Cosimo Galluzzi
Noah Kahan
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@theartofmadeline
Kiana Khansmith
Product Placement
Color Me Curious
Not today Justin
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Interview Vampire Daily
The Stonewall Inn
izzy's playlists!
todays bird
blake kathryn
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Sweet Seals For You, Always
$LAYYYTER
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Fai_Ryy
shark vs the universe
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@cailleboat-blog
Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks. Let us consider the view.
Anne Sexton, from “From the Garden”
Finnish photographer Riitta Päiväläinen uses discarded clothing from second-hand shops and flea markets to carry silent, unknown stories and histories. By freezing the garment or letting the wind fill it with air, she is able to create a sculptural space, which reminds her of its former user.
“The unavoidable fact that I will never know the actual story and personal histories connected with the clothes arouses my curiosity. The clothes remain silent, withholding their secrets. Little by little, personal histories are absorbed into the collective history.”
“Apricot Sprites” found in the cross sections of a fruit tree by Daniel
I bought plum blossoms more for the name than for the color; I buy lipstick that way, too. In other words, if it sounds like a poem, I’ll take it.
Dorothea Grossman, “Untitled”
Rose Petal Tip Cigarette factory, 1959
Anthony Gerace
Erwin Blumenfeld
The first sentence of every novel should be: “Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human.” Meander if you want to get to town.
Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion
Mark Rothko, Green Over Blue, 1956
If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?
Margaret Atwood
Robert Henri, Café by Night with Japanese Lanterns, c. 1895-99
… it only takes two facing mirrors to construct a labyrinth.
Jorge Luis Borges, “Nightmares” from Seven Nights, trans. Eliot Weinberger
Joachim Brohm, Car on Fire, 1983–84
Perfume Genius | AWOL Marine
Your Skin Under Mine, Natt Różańska
Braille reads: the slope of your spine the arch of your back the curve of your hip
Ernst Haas
