bummer, dude

jomé / 27 / nyc artist (also art)

[eclipse-song]

A real visionary of our time

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

[dysphoria-things]

(no beers in) do you guys think i'm redeemable

[mournfulroses]

Alejandra Pizarnik, translated by Yvette Sierge, from a poem titled "To A Poem About Water,"

[weltenwellen]

I Do Know Some Things Richard Siken

[lelif]

on nostalgia

the handmaids tale, margaret atwood// @firstfullmoon // @stigmatawife // @jb-blunk // forever winter, taylor swift// @an-attempt-at-living // the memory of a memory, katie maria // erica jong // secrets from a girl whos seen it all, lorde; poster by mlgrsdesign// ? // @n1ntendos // @fairycosmos // @inanotherunivrse //@robertszombie // @notbigthief

[witchrealms]

(x)

[boygoth]

Adrianne Lenker for The New York Times

[64mpg]

guy who has a mental health condition that comes and goes: i’m cured this time actually i can feel it

[64mpg]

same guy when they start having symptoms again: what the fuck is happening and why

[ecultured]

parker posey, 1994 photographed by bettina rheims

[songbirds-here]

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life that you could save.

— ‘The Journey’ (Mary Oliver)

[eagans]

it comes and goes in waves

[albertserra]

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, 1847.

[dk-thrive]

I wish to be remade.

Unlike the apple with its wholeness of the flesh, the orange can be taken apart and put back together again, segment by segment, skin over skin. It can be remade. I wished to be remade. I wished to hold variousness in my own skin and exist as all the incorrigible things I am at once—not peeled and portioned out and made palatable for someone else’s appetite. I sought my own meaning, expressed how I see fit.

— Katie Goh, Foreign Fruit: A Personal History of the Orange (Tin House Books, May 6, 2025)

[odinsblog]

[milfsisyphus]

stop earning advanced degrees i need you to finish your fanfiction

[crimelords]

if you’re not into some dumb embarrassing shit you’re not living your truth