[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary” Clarice Lispector, from “A Breath of Life” Patti Smith, from “Devotion” Elena Ferrante, from “Incidental Inventions” Marguerite Duras, from “Écrire”

Jane Austen’s writing table at Chawton Cottage, Hampshire Charlotte Brontë’s writing desk on display at the Bronte Parsonage Museum in Haworth, England Virginia Woolf’s writing desk in her writing lodge at Monk’s House in Rodmell, Sussex Reconstruction of Daphne du Maurier’s study at the Smugglers Museum, Jamaica Inn, Cornwall

[tallullahssacredlamb]

Pool poetry

Richard Siken “Crush” / David Hockney “Pool with Two Figures” / Sufjan Stevens “Eugene” / David Hockney “Sunbather” / The front bottoms “Swimming pool” / Pedro Almodovar “La mala educacion” / Samia “Pool” / David Hockney “Splash” / Richard Siken “Little beast”

[sweatermuppet]

oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*

[iballordie]

[lukegauthier]

[tinyshirttinypants]

[hopefullyababe]

solace

poem written from google links.

[lifeinpoetry]

“Imagine the emptiness in you, the vast cavities you have spent your life trying to fill—with fathers, mothers, lovers, language, drugs, money, art, praise—and imagine them gone. What’s left? Whatever you aren’t, which is what makes you—a house useful not because its floorboards or ceilings or walls, but because the empty space between them.”

— — Kaveh Akbar, from “The Miracle,” Pilgrim Bell

[lifeinpoetry]

My girliness is the size of a Cerberus.            I unchain it out my body, serpent tail tombing

                                           a Mercedes, someone’s Scissorhands                                            shrubs, trio-headed howls loudening

the clean suburb.

— Threa Almontaser, from “Hunting Girliness,” The Wild Fox of Yemen

[beatchya]

Jessica Lange in the early 70s

[karrova]

Sylvie, Prosper d’ Epinay 1836 - 1914

[cabbagewitch]

“I feel like I’m always realising that I’ve been tricked into the person that I am. There’s a gradual undoing that’s bringing me closer to who I want to be.”

Lucy Dacus for The Forty-Five

[luxybells]

Robyn & Rakim💘

[mexisco]

When Mitski said: “I spent all my teen-age years being obsessed with beauty, and I’m very resentful about it and I’m very angry, I had so much intelligence and energy and drive, and instead of using that to study more, or instead of pursuing something or going out and learning about or changing the world, I directed all that fire inward, and burnt myself up.” I felt that.

[detailedart]

Vincent Van Gogh’s stream of thoughts

[jadenvargen]

scorchin

[brittany]

It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

Garden State (2004) dir. Zach Braff