[hometoursandotherstuff]

Stairs that veer away from the door, and a too-small, angular step for the other door. A mess.

[urgetocreate]

Jessica Taylor Bellamy (American b.1992), Long Way Around, 2026, Oil on canvas

[art-is-art-is-art]

Girl Reading a Letter at an Open Window, Johannes Vermeer

[fiataeterna]

Now restored to how Vermeer originally painted it

[distantvoices]

Nicole Kidman by Zhong Lin for The Perfect Magazine Issue 3

[eternal--return]

It all comes back. Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one’s self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up announced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be; one of them, a seventeen-year-old, presents little threat, although it would be of some interest to me to know again what it feels like to sit on a river levee drinking vodka-and-orange juice and listening to Les Paul and Mary Ford and their echoes sing “How High the Moon” on the car radio. (You see I still have the scenes, but I no longer perceive myself among those present, no longer could even improvise the dialogue.) The other one, a twenty-three-year-old, bothers me more. She was always a good deal of trouble, and I suspect she will reappear when I least want to see her, skirts too long, shy to the point of aggravation, always the injured party, full of recriminations and little hurts and stories I do not want to hear again, at once saddening me and angering me with her vulnerability and ignorance, an apparition all the more insistent for being so long banished.

Joan Didion · “On Keeping a Notebook.” Slouching Towards Bethlehem (1968)

[miamaimania]

“Mezzanine” (1998) by Massive Attack, photographed by Nick Knight ◆ The beetle that crawled into music history

[xanaxfarts]

[miamaimania]

Zuma #3 (1977) by John Divola — photograph

[yama-bato]

Claudio Bravo

[pmamtraveller]

Joe L’Estrange - Old Cat Walking

[outofeverythingthisnamewasleft]

[todaysbird]

a rare closeup of a black swift, found throughout north america and small parts of south america. swifts are rarely seen up close; they spend more of their life in air than any other species of bird - they eat, drink, mate and sleep while in flight. they are incapable of perching like other birds; they must cling to vertical surfaces.

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[nobrashfestivity]

Edvard Munch Kiss on the Hair Pencil 1910

[cosmonautroger]

Andrew Wyeth, Lovers, 1981

[entheognosis]

The grandeur of life is the attempt, not the solution. It's about being as fearless as one can and behaving as beautifully as one can under completely impossible circumstances. Good is more interesting, more complex, more demanding. Evil is silly. It may be horrible, but it is not a compelling idea. The opposite survival, blossoming, endurance, those things are more compelling intellectually, if not spiritually, which they certainly are also. We are already born. We are going to die. So in between, you have to do something interesting that you respect.

Toni Morrison

[cutiebabie]

love a good bumper sticker

[zegalba]

Robert Mapplethorpe: Orchid (1988)