[veiligplekje]

[company]

Bjork And Ocean Vuong In conversation for Another Magazine

[poetry-is-an-atmosphere]

This is such a beautiful interview 💙

[wintercorrybriea2]

female pentimento

[spectrologie-deactivated2023041]

Millie Amber

[geryone]

The Sorrow Festival, Erin Slaughter

[spectrologie-deactivated2023041]

Millie Amber

[jamesusilljournal]

A Window to the Soul, @coiledkarma, 2021

[heartcountry]

somedays my heart feels so close to the surface like it wants to take me somewhere and is tired of the limitations of my body, of my feet always walking in the wrong direction. this isn’t really an original thought. i have told you this before. someone almost loved me and they come to me in dreams even now but i punish my daytime mind for any thoughts of soccer or duvet covers or carrot cake and i never think about him except when it is dark out and i am in the backseat of the car and no one can see the alternate life passing through me, the one where he laughs forever and i press my ear as close as i can because i am tired of the limitations of my body. someday things will be different. the losses will fall off of me like particles from another world, landing on a small unsuspecting planet. i will garden and have at least one big window where i can see the sky and have the good sense to look. but today i asked God to empty my heart of whatever wasn’t meant for it and he is still in there somewhere, occupying a small space in a big way. if i let myself reach out to touch it then i would probably find out that there’s small space inside of him too that flinches when he looks at the moon. of course it doesn’t help to know that. it doesn’t help to know that the dark sky is a cauldron we both sit in to punish ourselves for the life we didn’t have.

[plumslices]

she said it all there’s nothing left

[slowlikehoney1996]

this feeling from light to dark

[you-try-to-be]

i remember the feeling of teenage obsession, and i miss it desperately. few things about our everyday lives are more genuinely magical to me than the way that loving something with commitment can rewire your understanding of time: instead of dates or semesters, i can place moments of my early life inside the year where i only read vonnegut, the month i first loved the smiths, the autumn i spent with that rilke poem. it manages to make time physical — it turns it into something that can be tasted and touched. i want my life to be textured by the periods i spent perfecting a stone fruit hot honey cake or watching murder mysteries. wouldn’t it be wonderful to one day taste a cake and remember how you felt in september? i have many criticisms of rapid-fire, non-stop consumption, but none are so personal to me as this: when we submit to a cultural landscape that tells us to never stop looking for the new shiniest thing, we lose a kind of language for understanding ourselves and others. loving is a muscle that’s been strategically atrophied by a culture of manic consumption and constant availability.

- rayne fisher-quann

[medusaesque]

Jaakko Pallasvuo / David Lynch (The Angriest Dog In The World)

[hairtusk]

Hole Theory, Thomasin Frances (15/10/2022)

[psikonauti]

Butterflies perched on red flowers after rainfall in Burma, 2006

Photographed by Lynne Deutch

[orchidboy]

THE CAVITY AND THE WOUND; THE OPENING AND THE EYE; THE CYCLE AND THE ANOMALY

[zegalba]

Miu Miu: Magazine Ad Campaign (2001)

[hypnoticvamp]

our lady of the blind gate by emil melmoth