[porcelainapparition]

☽ Pinehurst, North Carolina, 1940

[transparent-flowers]

“Mother of Pearl.” Planthopper Phenax variegata. (x).

[utronabalcone]

room (2008) ph. carrie yury

[sighapathy]

u cant trust people who step on flowers

[holygay22]

i know this is a gay porn account but y'all gotta listen to this album holy fuck

[bestiolin]

pablo de pastors

[paintedcurbs]

[soul-from-another-era]

[shipwreck]

egon schiele’s two women embracing (1918)

[tsuquilisda]

i love being friends with bitches who won’t shut up. i never know what to talk about. please tell me your whole life story and then infodump to me about warrior cats or greek history

[softestaura]

[cringepdf-deactivated20240504]

the personification of death being portrayed as deeply kind in fiction is something that reduces me to tears every single time

[cerothenull]

Garden of Death by Hugo Simberg is one of my favorite pieces of art for that very reason.

Life is a garden and Death is the caring gardener

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[weltenwellen]

Richard Siken, from "Wishbone", Crush

[inkskinned]

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

[bakwaaas]

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)

[24kblk]

janet jackson by ellen von unwerth for the velvet rope, 1997

[sex-death-rebirth]

La Nuit by Auguste Raynaud, 1887