[currentsinbiology]

I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

[mayanhandballcourt]

Photographer Josef Hoflehner

[thefansofsufjan]

I feel like we, in fact, live more than once, in multitudes. Like every moment, every day, every week, every month, every year. It’s almost forever. I know life seems long and painful sometimes, and short and painful other times. It’s a collection of experiences that only you have and each experience accumulates and is constantly expanding, like the universe. So I encourage you to keep an open mind about the largeness of your life because I’m excited about it and I hope you are too.

Sufjan Stevens Prospect Park July 18th, 2017 (via thefansofsufjan)

[coral]

The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.

David Foster Wallace (via coral)

[make-out-video-tape]

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I took my lucky break and I broke it in two 

[didalotofacid]

life, to quote a wise and lost friend - “its some daniel johnston shit”

[wnq-writers]

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.

Richard Siken, “Detail of the Woods (via wnq-writers)

[laiapallares]

Belgrade from Kalemegdan Park, Serbia. July 2017.

Camera: Pentax P30n

Film: Fujicolor C200 35mm

[didalotofacid]

the world is fucking huge, i can’t wait to get back out there

[aelnaute]

[jovanapaunic]

[crowsitonbloodtree-blog]

Iceland at night

[sm-wiggins-deactivated20230823]

Latimer Road W10

[galina]

The view from the library at Goldsmiths.

[galina]

Autumnal views from the postgraduate room in the library, where it is so warm and quiet and I am daydreaming about all the lives that have been lived in this neighbourhood 

[theclassicsreader]

Do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it?

Richard Siken, from “Snow and Dirty Rain” (via theclassicsreader)

[cinemaenvironments]

Synecdoche, New York (2008)

To tell the impossible story of our lives. 

Directed by Charlie Kaufman | IMDb

DP | Frederick Elmes

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

They’re only little tears, darling, let them spill.

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, from The Boatman’s Call; “Are You The One That I’ve Been Waiting For?” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

There is a saying: No bad news at night. Save it for morning, or never.

Lisa Olstein, from “[sometimes they worship fire]” in Lost Alphabet (via violentwavesofemotion)