Him With His Foot In His Mouth

LHR➡DUB➡YYZ➡?

[boobookittenartblog]

Underwater forest with tadpoles, Vancouver Island, BC, Canada

photograph by Eiko Jones

[chaosophia218]

Illustrations by Tanadori Yokoo, 1975.

[gibber]

Just years upon years of pointless longing and misery collapsing in upon myself like a burning building over and over and still every time the voice grows again out of the ashes "I love you I love you I love you I"

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[gibber]

Why does the skeleton have shoes?

[ancientsstudies]

"Over my dead body"

"Okay then"

[singular-narrative-deactivated2]

We’ve all been there

[headspace-hotel]

I don’t know how this makes me feel but I feel something

[389]

The Hunger Konstantin Korobov

[chilirasbora]

Perinereis nuntia

X

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

Ravens Play in Snow by Wildlife World

[gibber]

Attachment to the real is pretty bad but attachment to illusion is what will really fuck you up.

[gibber]

"Someone else's body is a place for your mind to go"

vs

"we're lost where the mind can't find us. Utterly lost."

...Fight!

[gibber]

New Ito live-action is lit.

(via:

“Wow! Iceland knows how to volcano. From tonight! #icelanderuption #icelandvolcano #iceland”

)

[artycles]

“You and i are Earth 1661”. Tin-glazed earthenware plate found in a London sewer, from the Wellcome Collection’s “Dirt” exhibition.

[electricraccoonincident-deactiv]

– Stephen Gill, from The Pillar (2016-2019)

[outdoormagic]

Blazing Light. by Omygodtom

[gibber]

Even when she was in my arms she was also somehow absent. I never had, not for an instant, her entire attention. Perhaps it is as well. It occurs to me I might not have survived the full force of her presence. What does that mean? I don’t know, I don’t know — there’s so much darkness here.

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

I Adore You as Much as the Nocturnal Vault

I adore you as much as the nocturnal vault, O urn of sadness, most taciturn one. I love you all the more because you flee from me, And because you appear, ornament of my nights, More ironically to multiply the distances, That separate my arms from the blue infinite. I advance to attack, and I climb to assault, Like a swarm of maggots after a cadaver. And I cherish, implacable and cruel beast, Even that coldness which makes you more beautiful.

From Fleurs du Mal - Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)

[gibber]

I feel very attacked!