Underwater forest with tadpoles, Vancouver Island, BC, Canada
photograph by Eiko Jones
Monterey Bay Aquarium

if i look back, i am lost

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Underwater forest with tadpoles, Vancouver Island, BC, Canada
photograph by Eiko Jones
Illustrations by Tanadori Yokoo, 1975.
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"
Why does the skeleton have shoes?
"Over my dead body"
"Okay then"
Weāve all been there
I donāt know how this makes me feel but I feel something
The Hunger Konstantin Korobov
Perinereis nuntia
X
Ravens Play in Snow by Wildlife World
Attachment to the real is pretty bad but attachment to illusion is what will really fuck you up.
"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!
New Ito live-action is lit.
(via:
āWow! Iceland knows how to volcano. From tonight! #icelanderuption #icelandvolcano #icelandā
)
āYou and i are Earth 1661ā. Tin-glazed earthenware plate found in a London sewer, from the Wellcome Collectionās āDirtā exhibition.
ā Stephen Gill, from The Pillar (2016-2019)
Blazing Light. by Omygodtom
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 donāt know, I donāt know ā thereās so much darkness here.
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)
I feel very attacked!