Hello, I'm Aster ~ thought I'd make an intro here since I had a very long offline stint. I hate reducing shit into categorical identities, but reality is we gotta be out here flagging to connect so read on if you're curious.
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we're not kids anymore.
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Hello, I'm Aster ~ thought I'd make an intro here since I had a very long offline stint. I hate reducing shit into categorical identities, but reality is we gotta be out here flagging to connect so read on if you're curious.
I wouldn't even be a religious person were it not for poetry, which has not only repeatedly brought me into contact with an other, but has seemed to demand something of me in its wake—very like Teresa's visions. But poetry remains perpetually open. God moves through art but doesn't get stuck there. I sometimes think he gets stuck in theology—fixed, frozen, and therefore inevitably falsified.
Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian
Thomas Merton, from Dialogues with Silence
i’m not even that much of a pervert i can just find the eroticism in anything. doesn’t get me bricked up necessarily i just like to appreciate it.
dick from a guy who is sobbing and scared
Otto Muehl - Materialaktion, November 1964
Photograph by Ludwig Hoffenreich
The Color of Pomegranates (1969)
entre calidad y temblor
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Gloria T. Pomo at a Native American cemetery, California, 1967. Hansel Mieth
I love being one of the only nostalgic motherfuckers with an x in my username. takes me back to when the internet was actually good, instant hit of dopamine when I see it. Might fuck around and go double xx
it could be romantic if we just mixed our blood together
I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed.
2 Timothy 1:12
St. Catherine of Siena receiving the stigmata on her hands and chest while trampling the devil, 1480