[dailyjoshua]

“than i’ve ever been”.

[i-renewed-me]

happy first birthday to my favorite piece of propaganda out there! scaled and icy was the first album i got to see released as a fan and so it will always be that little bit more special to me. i cant believe its been a year already. they grow up so fast :’)

[pantaloonwarrior]

[re-decorate]

[re-decorate]

the fuckin. vessel colors

[firstfullmoon]

Victoria Chang, from “Love Letters,” in The Trees Witness Everything

[soft-lovely]

"Art Vs Sea" by Fidan Zaman

[lifeinpoetry]

“Should I say someone is scratching the night with a razor blade? / Say each scratch becomes bright momentarily?”

— Kim Hyesoon, tr. Don Mee Choi, from “Death Swarmswarms,” Autobiography of Death

[pantaloonwarrior]

[pantaloonwarrior]

[orrnament]

when björk said that trying to communicate through talking feels like trying to put the ocean through a straw

[pantaloonwarrior]

[dhomochevski]

“I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘I exist.’ In thousands of agonies — I exist. I’m tormented on the rack — but I exist! Though I sit alone in a pillar — I exist! I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via freelance-philosopher)

[chloeinletters]

For tomorrows newsletter

[cryptonature]

Vultures are holy creatures.

Tending the dead.

Bowing low.

Bared head.

Whispers to cold flesh,

“Your old name is not your king.

I rename you ‘Everything.’”

[soapstore]

something holy inside you wants to get out but you can’t let it

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief