[kitsunetsuki-deactivated2026051]

David Hamilton - from the book La Danse (1974)

[random-brushstrokes]

John Buckland Wright - Windy Shore (1946)

[fageleh]

A Man seated reading at a Table in a Lofty Room, c.1628-1630 Rembrandt [wiki commons link]

[dreamyvixen]

leopard orchid

[haverst]

Berkshire Landscape by Tim Flach (2008)

[luthienne]

“…I am half afraid to hope for what I long for.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. A.P Strong, August 1851

[soracities]

“I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write the things that burn.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘Cornerstone’, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans. Yvette Siegert)

[newloverofbeauty]

Cy Twombly: Untitled (1961)

[petaltexturedskies]

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)

[redlipstickresurrected]

Safwan Dahoul aka صفوان دحول (Syrian, b. 1961, Hama, Syria, based Dubai, United Arab Emirates (UAE) - Dream 152, 2017 from Still Dreaming exhibition, Paintings: Acrylic on Canvas

[megairea]

“A cold wind blew somewhere in me, lifting little leaves of terror and obscure longing.”

— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye, 1970

[thirdity]

“When I’m writing, I feel again what is apparently the only paradoxical certainty: that what gets in the way of writing is having to use words.”

— Clarice Lispector, Too Much of Life

[lascitasdelashoras]

Zhiyong Jing - Bygone Days, 2025

[petaltexturedskies]

I wear perfume to intensify who I am. That's why I can't use fragrances that go against me. Wearing perfume is an instinctive wisdom. Perfume is an art. And like all art, it requires some self-knowledge.

Clarice Lispector

[389]

The Sopranos S01E01

[arinewman7]

The little head

Karolina Jabłońska

Oil on wood panel, 2025

[rubypomegranates]

“The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.”

Clarice Lispector “The Passion According to G.H.”