[comelay]

not that anybody cares but if I don't post i haven't disappeared, it just means that i'm depressed. i will never leave tumblr.

[catsofyore]

Casting an unschedule nap spell on you. Postcard from my collection, no date.

[funeral]

“[S]tandard depression is fairly spread: it’s not very acknowledged, at least not as a political and cultural problem; instead…it’s highly privatised..Depressive people don’t expect much from life. Things are getting worse and they are changing only to stay the same in a more intense form — and that’s what capitalism is. So you have this kind of sadness or depression that is basically a consequence of adjusting to such things. But the melancholia I’m describing is a completely different thing. That’s why I’m opposing it to depression: it’s a much more conscious articulation, an aestheticised process. I would actually say that if depression is taken for a granted state, as a form of adjustment to what is now taken for reality, then melancholia is the refusal — or even the inability — to adjust to it. It’s holding on to an object that should officially be lost.”

— Mark Fisher, Hauntology, Nostalgia and Lost Futures: interviewed by Valerio Mannucci and Valerio Mattioli for Nero (2014)

[scavengedluxury]

Soot factory, Copșa Mică, 1988. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[catsofyore]

That face. Photo from my collection: Union City, Ohio, 1952.

[catsofyore]

Postcard from my collection titled “The Rivals”. Undated.

[hagenlastkiss]

Ian Curtis with Joy Division at TJ Davidson's experimental studies in Manchester in August 1979.

📷 Kevin Cummins

[x5079x]

Reflection Nebula Around V1331 Cyg

[dame-de-pique]

toegeschreven aan Richard Tepe - Drie kuikens voor een houten wand met bloeiende bloesem, 1900-1930

[musickickztoo]

Ian Curtis † May 18, 1980

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Zdzisław Beksiński

[kvalme-deactivated20250122]

"i was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of genius; which to angels look like torment and insanity." - william blake

[snowboundnight]

[soracities]

“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

— W.S. Merwin, from “Separation,” The Second Four Books of Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 1993)

[funeral]

Trauma-Related Altered States of Consciousness (TRASC) Questionnaire

[prophetic-memory]

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Time passes by, I do not care. What I loved, moved far away from me like a fleeting, fast fading star leaving dim shadows on my life’s horizon.”

— Hermann Hesse, from “Without Love,” The Season of the Soul: The Poetic Guidance and Spiritual Wisdom of Hermann Hesse (North Atlantic Books, 2011)