“I have a weakness for clever minds.”
— Unknown

blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
wallacepolsom
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes

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AnasAbdin

@theartofmadeline

Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros
Mike Driver
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@glossymilk
“I have a weakness for clever minds.”
— Unknown
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
My angels are really always looking out for me! I see the signs everywhereeee
Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “Do I contradict myself? Very well then….I contradict myself; I am large….I contain multitudes.”]
Morgan Parker, Other People’s Comfort Keeps Me Up At Night; “Greetings from Struggle City”
[Text ID: For a taste of your neck I would / burn my tongue]
Letting go….. its so freeing. Time to clear my head & get my mind right.
Alive at the End of the World, Saeed Jones
“Unseen, precious, secret things,”
— Georg Trakl, from Poems: Bilingual Edition; “Mary Magdalene: A Dialogue,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
i’ve had ‘the beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth’ stuck in my head and had forgotten the full quote went this hard. can barely cope with the experience of comprehending it
“Everything seems to have a soul – wood, stones, the wine we drink and the earth we tread on. Everything, do you hear me, absolutely everything.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Carl Wildman, from “Zorba the Greek,” wr. c. 1946 (via violentwavesofemotion)
you are important and special and loved even when your mind tells you you’re not
never apologizing for my high standards. i deserve to have more.
the contents page of Pictures & Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings by James Elkins