Henri Matisse at his home, Villa “Le Rêve,” Vence, France (1944)
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Love Begins
DEAR READER

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if i look back, i am lost
$LAYYYTER

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@fragment47
Henri Matisse at his home, Villa “Le Rêve,” Vence, France (1944)
If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.
James Baldwin, Nothing Personal
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Pair of Ivory Clappers in Form of Human Hands
Egypt, 1539 - 1190 BC (XVIII-XIX Dynasty, New Kingdom)
POST like an open wound
LOOK like an open wound
SMOKE like an open wound
SLEEP like an open wound
FUCK like an open wound
SMELL like an open wound
waittt im literally just some gay guy
“You know, they straightened out the Mississippi river in places, to make room for houses and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. “Floods” is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding: it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.”
— Toni Morrison
Lava oozes out of the Earth at the Iki Crater on the Kilauea Volcano in Hawaii, November 14, 1959. (USGS)
I firmly believe that all identities are relational and formed through partaking in certain sets of actions. I also think when you’re isolated it’s very easy to lose track of who You are. I think this is why so many lonely/isolated people end up obsessing over labels and label discourse. it’s one of the only processes of identity formation you can partake in by yourself, in your bedroom. this is not meant as a value judgement, just as an observation as someone who was that lonely label-obsessed kid in the past
just saw this personal ad from 1966 (sourced here) and god. this is really it
fmk the acts of fucking marrying and killing?
kill marriage fuck killing marry fucking
This one resonated with me
MITSKI on Instagram stories (February 27, 2026)
Glass-plate negative showing an experiment in hypnosis, 19th c.