aes.

aesthetic sideblog to @boyancient.

[herhighnessrps]

“His hands were created to be cold and destructive; to be deadly towards whatever stopped him from accomplishing his mission. And yet, when they rest upon you, they’re warm and sentient”

— Yesterday’s Wake (a Detroit Become Human fanfic)

[brooklynlibrarian]

[seafaired-archive-blog]

anyone 6'0 or taller: stands near me

me: [softly] for fuck's sake

[depsidase]

[indiespace-blog1]

[195195119511951-deactivated2021]

“Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can’t get out of it on your own […] You can’t get out of childhood, and it clings to you like a bad smell. You notice it in other children - each childhood has its own smell. You don’t recognize your own and sometimes you’re afraid that it’s worse than others’. You’re standing talking to another girl whose childhood smells of coal and ashes, and suddenly she takes a step back because she has noticed the terrible stink of your childhood. On the sly, you observe the adults whose childhood lies inside them, torn and full of holes like a used and moth-eaten rug no one thinks about anymore or has any use for. You can’t tell by looking at them that they’ve had a childhood, and you don’t dare ask how they managed to make it through without their faces getting deeply scarred and marked by it. You suspect that they’ve used some secret shortcut and donned their adult form many years ahead of time. They did it one day when they were home alone and their childhood lay like three bands of iron around their heart, like Iron Hans in Grimms’ fairy tale, whose bands broke only when his master was freed. But you don’t know such a shortcut, childhood must be endured and trudged through hour by hour, through an absolutely interminable number of years”

— from “Childhood” Tove Ditlevsen

[tinyghosts]

“It spins like a wheel inside you: green yellow, green blue, / green beautiful green. / It’s simple: it isn’t over, it’s just begun. It’s green. It’s still green.”

— Richard Siken, from “Meanwhile” (via firstfullmoon)

[winedarkarchive-deactivated2023]

Fernand Braudel, “The Mediterranean in the Ancient World” trans. Siân Reynolds

[eerin-deactivated-deactivated20]

Written on the body, Jeanette Winterson

[luthienne]

Jane Hirshfield, from After; “It Was Like This: You Were Happy” [transcription below cut]

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[sandplague]

various short advice from pathologic 2′s loading screens

[rawjoy]

u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....

[julienbakerfavormp3-deactivated]

Yiyun Li, “Two Lives”

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “Their Attitudes Differ”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, “Thoughts from Underground”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Storage”, Felicity

[ohevoyev]

karl bryullov, the last day of pompeii & phoebe bridgers, i know the end