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[engulfes]

2025

I will see the moon and morning and hope.

Rhiannon McGavin

[bonivers]

beautiful day to think about what you had and can no longer have

[accordionlover]

cross stitch, words from Jenny Holzer's Livings, 1980-1982

[echo-temporis]

Evening Sun by Jane Kenyon

[lamignonette]

[engulfes]

having a full time job is crazy i don’t even have time to post

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Joni Mitchell, 1969 © Graham Nash.

“That’s Joni listening to Clouds, which was the album that she was making at the time. She was listening to an acetate of her record prior to the release to make sure everything was right. Even though I was living with Joni, I didn’t want her to know why I was taking the image. I’m actually shooting through one of those kitchen table chairs that have a hole in the top where you put your hand in to lift the chair. That’s why you only see her partial face. My God, isn’t she beautiful?“—Graham Nash

[str-ngeloop]

you will struggle to say the unsayable thing for five years straight. and then it will suddenly become easy on a Wednesday morning

[engulfes]

Remco Campert

[frangiponi]

rosewaterpreserves

[angelicdewdrop]

[nobrashfestivity]

Arthur Wesley Dow Ipswich Rooftops about 1892 woodcut on cream Japan paper

[at0ms8]

i love you hagstone

[existential-celestial]

“You notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warming—in fact not at all a warming—yet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the colour blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades, approximates finally the blue of the glass on a clear day at Chartres, or that of the Cerenkov radiation thrown off by the fuel rods in the pools of nuclear reactors. The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes— the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows.”

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights

[engulfes]

yay to being unafraid and open and building a social network in a brand new city

[worldsandemanations]

Keiji Uematsu. Wave Motion I, 1976

[imawinnerforever]