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Noah Kahan
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per riavere questi capelli qui devo aspettare dieci milioni di anni e legarmi le mani e buttare le forbici
“Portami il girasole ch'io lo trapianti nel mio terreno bruciato dal salino, e mostri tutto il giorno agli azzurri specchianti del cielo l'ansietà del suo volto giallino. Tendono alla chiarità le cose oscure, si esauriscono i corpi in un fluire di tinte: queste in musiche. Svanire è dunque la ventura delle venture. Portami tu la pianta che conduce dove sorgono bionde trasparenze e vapora la vita quale essenza; portami il girasole impazzito di luce.”
— Eugenio Montale (via sonounagiraffina)
this breakup really broke me up
I feel so lonely and like the years I was lovable have passed, I feel old and udesireble, unable to meet new people, and however very peaky. getting old I became very selective with everything, less people and less objects around, but more true ones. still this leads to lonelieness for me, which leads to terrifying old thoughts and patterns. I really hope I can manage this food situation. so many things Id like to say: I missed writing, here or elsewhere. I stopped because I did not want to write sad things anymore. I didn't want to be sad, maybe stopping writing my sad thought would have made me a happy person. It did not.
come al solito, una volta ogni eone droppo qualcosa..
Garlic 2 (Stone sculpture), Mary Eiland
My morning glory doesn’t like the wind chime
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[ID: The first is a photo of wind chimes. Morning glory vines have reached over and wrapped themselves around the wind chimes.
The second is a photo of a cat, with a hand gently holding its mouth shut. Underneath the photo is a text message, reading: "never soeak again." /End ID]
anche le puttane pazze in culo riottose arrabbiate come me sognano l'amore, un letto condiviso, una festa con tutti gli amici, un pranzo cucinato insieme, una creatura da proteggere... anzi siamo forse soprattutto noi pazze in culo riottose arrabbiate e tristi luride troie a desidere più di ogni altra cosa un po' di pace, un po' di stasi
Riitu Uosukainen
1975
Tuohustaja, 2023
20,5 × 15,5 × 15 cm, ceramic
Finnish National Gallery
'woven beech' + 'knotweed stalks used angles at offshoots to make a spiral one end stuck up wider hollow end of another,' 1986 in hand to earth: andy goldsworthy sculpture 1976-1990 (1990)
i will never recover from my friends being so far away from me
i used to sleep with v every night, cry, fight, cook...
now shes a teacher somewhere in provincia
i used to talk nights to m and play and invent every game
now she has a gf and we literally live at the extremes of the country
i have my love, who is my only company, and i love him, i adore him, he gave me home, peace, joy, play,
but god i miss my friends
this is where i post from
mi sono permessa di abbandonare (in parte) il desiderio della bella forma nel momento in cui ho capito che il mio essere femmina era pretestuoso, ciroscrivibile nel carattere biologico, e non, affatto, nel carattere spirituale. non essere femmina mi concede di frenare l'affannossa corsa verso l'essere una bella femmina.
in sti giorni piango così tanto che mi fa male la faccia, ma non solo dopo il pianto, sempre