[veronicastpierre]

You too can be carved anew by the details of your devotions.

— Mary Oliver

[mermaidenmystic]

The Depth of the Mirror by Chie Yoshii

[undefiinedd33]

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Monique Lhuillier - Spring 2020 RTW

[dozydawn]

“baltic amber (45 myo) pyrite and fungus gnat.”

[cicaboca]

Noon walk

[sixtwothree]

Sorbets by dreamcaketestkitchen. Canari and Santa Claus melon with thyme, mint, and sour cherry jam; burnt pluot with basil; whole lemon, saffron, coconut milk, black pepper, and thyme; raspberry and lemon.

Source: x

[cemyafilmarsiv]

Angel Heart 1987

[requiem-on-water]

“The Sorrows of Satan” (1926) film still | dir. by D. W. Griffith | A cinematic image immortalized through Bauhaus’ “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” (1979) cover artwork.

[joeinct]

Alley with Green Moss, Venice, Photo by Harry Callahan, 1978

[themakeupbrush]

Guo Pei Spring 2026

[medullam]

Northern England, ph. Don Mccullin [circa 60s - 1974]

[abandonedandurbex]

Abandoned Presidents Park, Virginia [1280x815] [OS]

[mutant-distraction]

[wulfgrieve]

no one could help you, dear sister.

[thesparrow1996]

Like I said, I don’t blame anyone. I was dealt my cards and I played them. Nobody forced me. I have no regrets. Sometimes I think about how my life would have been if that morning when it all started it hadn’t been raining or I’d had money and all the rest in my pocket, but I can’t imagine anything in particular. What I do think about is my city, our city. I think about the trees along the river and the summits of the churches against the sky. I think about Graziano’s movie and the notes that Arianna stuck to the door in the hope of giving her days some structure, I think about my youth, now ended, and the old age I won’t have. I think about all the things unrealized, the children stillborn, the angels, the loves only imagined, the dreams crushed by the dawn, and I think about the things that are dead forever, the genocides, the trees felled, the whales exterminated, all the species that are extinct. I think about the first fish that survived being abandoned by the waters, that struggled and gave birth to us. I think that everything leads to the sea. The sea that welcomes everything, all the things that have never succeeded in being born and those that have died forever. I think about the day when the sky will open and, for the first time or once again, they will regain their legitimacy.

Gianfranco Calligarich, Last Summer in the City

[tina-snow]

I Saw The TV Glow (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun