let us love each other to the end

here for the humanity of it all

[cosimuhs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Haunting of Bly Manor (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dani Clayton/Jamie, Hannah Grose/Owen Sharma, Dani Clayton & Jamie, Jamie & Owen Sharma, Hannah Grose & Jamie Characters: Dani Clayton, Jamie (The Haunting of Bly Manor), Owen Sharma, Hannah Grose Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Before Sunrise, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Semi-Public Sex, can i just tag this as, Paris (City) Summary:

"Do you want to get off the train with me?” Dani is clearly nervous, but her gaze never leaves Jamie’s even as her fingers tap anxiously against her leg. “Just for the night. We can explore for a few hours and then you… you can get another train tomorrow morning.”

[or: jamie and dani meet by chance on a train bound for paris]

aka: a before sunrise au

[cosimuhs]

anyone remember only blue talk and love ... what a moment in time

[bedupolker]

Collection of paintings created on Steck's Tapeats/Kanab Creek Route at Grand Canyon, simultaneously one of the most rugged and rewarding routes I've done. Shoutout to my buddy for patiently waiting for me to finish between the chossy death scrambles, raft hitchhiking, rock hopping, and slot canyon climbing.

[lucybellwood]

a) I love these SO much, utterly gorgeous, full of life and energy

b) I extra love seeing paintings of places and going "Oh my god I've BEEN THERE" because I've also painted them. This is a janky scan from 2013, but Deer Creek!

Painting or drawing cements places in memory in a totally different way from taking photos and it rules

[lydia-ace]

year of the horse

[farewell-to-lorien]

Grand Canyon in Triptych, by Erin Hanson.

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Before”, Instructions for Traveling West

[ltwilliammowett]

Ship's cat Chiclet watches the harbour during her watch on the museum tanker Mary A. Whalen (1938)

[infectiouspiss]

borders between countries aren't real btw we just made them up. there's no such thing as an "immigrant" we're all just people moving around on the same planet that we've always moved around on

[infectiouspiss]

all borders are imaginary and should be abolished even the physical borders of the sea don't count all you need is a boat this is OUR planet and nobody is illegal anywhere no movement should never be restricted nobody owns any land nobody can stop you from existing on the planet you live on landlords should be shot in the streets

[ayasafia]

[ayanefujioka]

woven (and combined technique) sample collection inspired by primary forest in Yakushima, Japan. All yarns except embroidery threads are hand dyed or painted.

[not-scared-of-microwaves]

"Friends don't look at friends that way" coward. You don't look at your friends with awe and adoration in your eyes? You don't look at your friends and think "this incredible human being has chosen to listen to me ramble about my hyperfixation"? You don't look at your friends and think "I want them to keep laughing forever"? Why the fuck not

[zegalba]

Steve McCurry: Jammu and Kashmir, India (1999)

[vivalatinamerica-deactivated201]

Mexico City, Mexico | Joseph Owen

Marigolds for Día de los Muertos at El Mercado de Jamaica in Mexico City.

[hadleyblix-deactivated20200917]

I had to leave this here. 

Saturnino Herrán, La ofrenda, 1913 

[julykings]

a handful of softer things 

[gorskivijenac]

serbian girl among the meadows of drvar, bosnia and herzegovina. photographed by petar dešić.

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“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)

[ladyshinga]

it's practically taboo to still talk about covid but god i wish we could acknowledge the worldwide trauma it's clearly still causing in people. like, it's flat out just. not "polite" to talk about how a mass deadly event might, JUST MIGHT, emotionally affect us a little bit. how an airborne invisible-to-the-eye thing can just BE anywhere now. how abandoned we still feel by our respective governments. how we've lost family, friends, either to death or misinformation and cults, which they cling to because they're ALSO afraid but often refuse to admit it because it'd mean admitting covid is real and ongoing. we just. can't talk about it i guess.