mcmxcv

➳ you are the place that i wandered and searched for.

[chiveburger]

BREADTOP: 咸香麵包

日式吞拿魚包 // 沙茶肉鬆包 // 餐蛋包

玉米雞茸包// 日式蟹柳包 // 火腿包

[departmentofinteriors]

painter faye wei wei’s london studio

[k-ayo]

ig : jellybean_xxdd

[engulfes]

beautiful bedrooms in ikea's 1996 catalogue

[flowerymoments]

color pages from NANA

[3amsunday]

alex22444

[lamignonette]

[pairedaeza]

Self-portraits are a form of diary-keeping, and diary-keeping is a kind of self-portrait. An embodied reading of these two genres enables us to rethink their temporal and phenomenological status as documents of self-writing, and to see them as attempts to come to terms with the ways in which the body both hinders and helps the artist or writer to carry out her imaginative work.

Lauren Elkin, from ‘Disappearing into the Future Perfect: Spaces of Self-Picturing in the Diaries of Susan Sontag and Alix Cléo Roubaud’. Published in MAI Journal.

[ramshackelleheads]

my full piece for the @tatamigalaxyzine !!! so glad i was able to be apart of this!

[boyx-deactivated20190424]

[jaehwna]

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a compilation of jaehwan’s parts in eau de vixx 💞

[dangered]

[beefchoy]

normal things with creepy connotations:

stopped clocks

people accidentally speaking in unison

cold wind at night (when it’s not snowing)

seeing a light go off in a window

static in the air - everyone’s hair is standing up

slow piano music in a place that’s otherwise silent

finding something you lost a long time ago sitting in plain sight

[oamul]

立夏

[threemilk]

ドキンズ ハート シェイプ カフェ

[andtenderness-deactivated202601]

“However bad life is, what’s important is to make something interesting out of it. And that has a lot to do with the physical world, with looking at stuff, snow and light and the smell of your screen door and whatever constitutes your phenomenal existence from moment to moment. How consoling—that this stuff goes on and that you can keep thinking about it and making that into something on the page.”

— Anne Carson explains an idea that she and Alice Munro have in common (attachment to the physical world and the details in life), from The Art of Poetry No. 88, Paris Review

[flowerinaflame]