flashovers

phoebe / 19 / type 9 a multifandom mess with a dash of art & words [noun.] the moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you’ve built up through decades of friction with the world.

[anguishmacgyver]

ah yes. the classic "I can't sleep because it will be tomorrow in an instant and tomorrow requires things of me and I Simply Do Not Vibe With That". so I'll go through said tomorrow on 2 hours of sleep. very smart and once again no lessons will be learned

[kendallroynsfw]

everything everywhere all at once is about intergenerational trauma. about depression and passive suicidality and the gravitational appeal of nothingness. about aging, getting older in your twenties and getting older in your fifties. about the specific hurt mothers can cause their daughters and daughters their mothers. about the harsh reality of the immigrant experience and the american dream. but it’s mostly about kindness and family and it’s about choosing to sit at home talking about taxes with someone who loves you, and it’s about telling your daughter that you’d choose her over the entire universe, and it’s about how even in the universes where life didn’t form, love can still exist. and it’s really all of that at once.

[sosuperawesome]

dotol_l on Instagram

[neckkiss]

By MikkoLagerstedt

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells… and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower… both strange and familiar.” - Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

[loveruns]

Team “I can hear the near silent hum of electrical appliances and the bubbles fizzing in the can of soda on the coffee table, but can’t watch tv without subtitles and processes conversation at ¼ speed”

[escapekit]

Dunaliella salina

Italy-based photographer Paolo Pettigiani shares beautiful shots of the pink algae (Dunaliella Salina) which lives in it. This pink algae can exist in just about any kind of natural body of saltwater and is the main source of nutrition for another common resident of saltwater: a miniscule shrimp called the artémias salina.

[engulfes]

feeling like pure shit i just want to be a person in an anne magill painting😔

[engulfes]

in my dreams i am any of these people

[luthienne]

Hello! do you have a collection of favorite quotes/excerpts about trees? feeling very much in love with trees today <3

i also feel very much in love with trees ♡

— franz wright, “the poem”

“…my heart would be glad if I were under the eaves of that wood, and it were springtime…”

— j.r.r. tolkien, from the fellowship of the ring

— ingeborg bachmann, in the storm of roses; “my bird” (tr. mark anderson)

— eduard bagritsky, from “black bread”

“There was majesty and grace in the pace of the swaying branches of the willows. There was kindness. Pain is not the only touchstone for growth, I said to myself.”

— ottessa moshfegh, from my year of rest and relaxation

— ada limón, from “mowing”

“Be my mother, I said to the trees, in the language of trees, which can’t be transcribed, and they shook their hair back, and they bent low with their many arms, and they looked into my eyes as only trees can look into the eyes of a person, they touched me with the rain on their fingers till I was all droplets, till I was a mist, and they said they would.”

— emily berry, from “canopy,” in stranger, baby

— mary oliver, sleeping in the forest

“I’m thinking of dating trees next. We could just stand around all night together. We could just stand each other. I’d murmur, they’d rustle,”

— kim addonizio, from wild nights 

— emily dickinson, from selected letters

— michaela coel by durga chew-bose for garage

“I am one of those who has no trouble imagining the sentient lives of trees, of their leaves in some fashion communicating or of the massy trunks and heavy branches knowing it is I who have come, as I always come, each morning, to walk beneath them, glad to be alive and glad to be there.”

— mary oliver, winter hours: prose, prose poems, and poems

[sosuperawesome]

Anastasia Trusova on Instagram

[roseoilz]

La chambre bleue, provence

[kelogsloops]

The Weaver

prints | tutorials

[reputayswift]

there are 15 bases in dating:

1. share your business card at the supernatural black market 2. present an intriguing and specific gift acquired through criminal means 3. say each other’s names in public 4. reveal something about yourself through art history facts 5. hand-to-tummy 6. meet your dead dad’s clone 7. hand-to-tummy: the sequel 8. reveal your personality attic 9. get your car stolen 10. schedule a meeting under an art history alias 11. boat ride 12. start a life together in the city while you fall deeper into the criminal underworld 13. sit for a portrait that could secure your date’s independence 14. mention marriage 15. first kiss

[vexedtonightmares]

i can’t believe all the mi theories were like “declan’s gonna go apeshit” “feral declan arc” “declan burn down the barns” and then he was just like :) i’m happy :) i love schedules and my cute silly little boston life :) jordan lets get married :) i’m so happy ronan is old and responsible enough to handle himself oh hi adam wait ronan is what

[headspace-hotel]

Sometimes art is “finished,” and sometimes art is just at the point where if you have to look at it for another minute you’ll snap and commit crimes

[expressions-of-nature]

by Yulya Lapteva

[radicalgraff]

“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.” 

Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon

[anarchopuppy]

I can’t stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the writing and make it transparent. I might order a shirt with it

Whoever in Clackamas wrote this message on their bus stop, I love you