Of The Sky, From The Sky, For The Sky

An aesthetic blog for Miss Mia Moore. Sidebar drawn by the wonderful omoshiro-i.tumblr.com header drawn by cecilyreeve.tumblr.com who I adore

[derangedrhythms]

Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.

Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind; from ‘The Renewal’

[unsubconscious]

“Bitter Snow,” by Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison

[trulyvincent]

Dragan Bibin

[littlethousand-deactivated20220]

this is the most profoundly terrifying group of paintings i’ve ever seen.

[gothiccharmschool]

These are amazing. Deeply terrifying, but amazing.

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[mayothompson]

Damn babygirl your worldview is relentlessly negative and terrifying

[infected]

The sunset, Ivan Aivazovsky, 1866

[denisforkas]

Flower of Pain / Allegory of Poetry, 2020

Ink and watercolour on paper, 29.5x24 cm

Dream of the Scorpion Shadow

I’m writing a letter to a friend in a sunlit room. I know I’m alone, so when I hear a weird noise behind my back it alarms me. I turn around and see that my afternoon shadow is open like a cutout in the floorboards and there’s a dark mass writhing within it. As I stand there stricken with terror a giant scorpion tail rises up from the mass like a threatening cobra. The sting hits my chest with a great weight and introduces a pain that I can hardly describe at all. The pain is so strong it feels tangible – it manifests itself in a sharp sprout bursting from my chest, quickly developing a hard stem that pushes my head back as it lunges upward. I can feel the roots ramify in my veins and right before the dream ends I witness the opening of a large fantastic flower at the end of the stem.      

[driflloon]

versace ss06

[denisforkas]

Flower of Pain / Allegory of Poetry, 2020

Ink and watercolour on paper, 29.5x24 cm

Dream of the Scorpion Shadow

I’m writing a letter to a friend in a sunlit room. I know I’m alone, so when I hear a weird noise behind my back it alarms me. I turn around and see that my afternoon shadow is open like a cutout in the floorboards and there’s a dark mass writhing within it. As I stand there stricken with terror a giant scorpion tail rises up from the mass like a threatening cobra. The sting hits my chest with a great weight and introduces a pain that I can hardly describe at all. The pain is so strong it feels tangible – it manifests itself in a sharp sprout bursting from my chest, quickly developing a hard stem that pushes my head back as it lunges upward. I can feel the roots ramify in my veins and right before the dream ends I witness the opening of a large fantastic flower at the end of the stem.      

[ravnfjaer]

[before-life]

All is Vanity by Charles Allan Gilbert (American illustrator), 1892

[luthienne]

“I am a witness / to the sea and the sun, to your body / lashed to the mast. O that my voice / were a knife, that a knife could change / anything, that there was nothing / between us but salt and breath.”

Donika Kelly, from Bestiary: Poems; “Love Poem: Mermaid”

[archbudzar]

[merriweatherpostpaviliontshirt]

feeling so needlessly cunty

[3dbabyfromallymcbeal]

i only vibe with cunts

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Teeth of flowers, hair of dew, hands of herbs, you,

Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Muna Lee, from Selected Poems; “I Am Going To Sleep,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[roserosette]

The Woman Who Invented Love, 1979, Jean Garret