[makingimages]

[slowlikehoney1996]

If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

James Baldwin, Nothing Personal

[vivalasigh]

Jericho Brown, "To Be Asked for a Kiss"

[soracities]

Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)

[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]

[heavensghost]

wood engraving today

[mournfulroses]

Timothy Liu, from a poem titled "I Want It to Be Winter All the Time," featured in Poetry (March 2026)

[petaltexturedskies]

Albert Camus, The Complete Notebooks

[poetic-questions]

from "Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1939-1947)"

[mote-historie]

René Lalique, Jasmin Corsage ornament, 1899-1901.

Private Collection Shai and Shuxiu Lin Bandmann. 

[dozydawn]

moonstone

[firstfullmoon]

Leila Chatti, from “The Moment When A Feeling Enters,” in Wildness Before Something Sublime

[text ID: I go on living. Deathtouched, changed, but my life arrives again / at yet. It’s May. I wake to it, thick and sweet as honey I’d forgotten.]

[petaltexturedskies]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from "My Ear Attends To You"

[polkadotmotmot]

Taylor Schultek - Aberration, 2025 - Oil on birch panel

[lunamonchtuna]

— William Shakespeare, Beatrice to Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing (Act IV, Scene i) (via lunamonchtuna)

[lunamonchtuna]

— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)

[nora-durst]

— Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

[lunamonchtuna]

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath (1950), featured in The Collected Letters (via lunamonchtuna)

[petaltexturedskies]

Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye