crystallized ashes

[kelogsloops]

tiger in the clouds

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[kelogsloops]

'Someplace Quiet'

This piece was partly inspired by a scene from the Demon Slayer series where the protagonist (Tanjiro Kamado) find himself in a dream sequence wreathed in wisteria flowers as he wrestles his sanity and sense of self.

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[petaltexturedskies]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Rapture and Melancholy: The Diaries of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[shutterandsentence]

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”

— C.S. Lewis

[pointandshooter]

Robert Gober Two Partially Buried Sinks, 1986-1987 cast iron, enamel paint 39 x 120 x 72 inches (99 x 305 x 183 cm) overall © Robert Gober, courtesy Matthew Marks Gallery

Glenstone Museum campus, Potomca, Maryland

[rememberless]

Photo by rememberless

[askyea-poesy]

The things that we bury can tell you a lot about who we are. The difference between a garden and a graveyard is only what we choose to put in the soil.

Rudy Francisco

[shisasan]

May 29, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927   [volume 3]

[nixscriptum]

[jacobhubertusart]

January 20, 2025. By Jacob Hubertus. Instagram | Tumblr

[vintagepromotions]

'Leg in the air - Parthenon' (1986). Photograph by Edgard Alsteens.

[taylornprice]

beach souvenirs

[frachella]

[elephantsay]

“That night I thought about how love comes paired with failures, apologies for deficiencies. The only remedy is compassion.”

— Infinite Country by Patricia Engel

[landsccape]

[petaltexturedskies]

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. It's not the shattering itself that breaks you—it's the silence that follows, the quiet space where you realize there's nothing left to salvage. And in that moment, you know that you'll never be the same again. You'll build something new, perhaps, but it will never be what you lost.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Of Love and Loneliness

[fragrantblossoms]

Adolphe Burdet. Plant on the balcony at the rear (?) of a house, 1907 - 1930.