To Define Is To Limit

Raleigh - 17 - She/Her - just living my life and reblogging cool stuff. Mostly aesthetic and poetry. My sideblog @cutegansey is for trc/soc/other fandom stuff

[noirsilk-deactivated20200913]

[lecataste]

[miracleessentialoils]

How do you like your tea?

[catboykenya-deactivated20210326]

my life lately has just been like *reads oscar wilde* *listens to hozier* *writes down some oscar wilde quote* *listens to abba* *reads jane austen* *reads oscar wilde* *listens to hozier* *writes down

[nevver]

Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

[mohd-s-deactivated20191015]

Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

[acelyali]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

[ID: I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free;]

[heartshop]

Keith Haring, Journals

[tittiloi]

Inverno, Roma ©Tiziana Loiacono

[forestspoonie]

*gives u a pretty rock* I love you

[sunsounds]

“Walking on the land or digging in the fine soil I am intensely aware that time quivers slightly, changes occurring in imperceptible and minute ways, accumulating so subtly that they seem not to exist. Yet the tiny shifts in everything – cell replication, the rain of dust motes, lengthening hair, wind-pushed rocks – press inexorably on and on.”

— Annie Proulx, Bird Cloud (via quotespile)

[valtsv]

crush - richard siken // how to draw a horse - emma hunsinger // sehnsucht - german word

[etromdthu]

“… I am out with lanterns looking for myself.”

— Emily Dickinson (via macrolit)

[sunsounds]

“We are made of waiting–”

— Nick Flynn, from “Drones,” Blind Huber (Graywolf Press, 2002)

[arpeggia]

Marilia Destot - the journey

Artist’s statement:

In my work in progress the journey, I travel back in time and to my Jewish ancestors’ country : Lithuania. Mixing family albums, present landscapes and portraits with excerpts from literature*, I revisit my family roots and history, and travel to an imaginary place, an introspective and biographic one. In this first Lithuanian chapter, I go back to the original land, along with my mother and my son. We immerse ourselves in the nature, looking for traces, places, faces we could relate to today. If we think a landscape history is intimately linked to the history of the people who inhabited and crossed them, what can those forests, fields and lakes tell about the past? Which memory do they convey? With needled landscapes, erased and dotted silhouettes, mixed and torn portraits, I explore the relationship between the visible and the non visible, the absence and the presence, and evoke the disappearance and remembrance of a lost community, either forced to flee away or exterminated. Looking for a way to re-appropriate, re-shape and transmit a lost memory, and celebrate the absent ones. 

*With excerpts from Georges Perec, Récits d'Ellis Island: Histoires d'errance et d'espoir, (INA/Éditions du Sorbier, 1980), from Jonas Mekas, There is No Ithaca, Black Thistle Press, 1996, and from philosopher Gaston Bachelard.

[carlowphillips]

map of the ideal woman for cartographies