Meanwhile the world goes on.

marie, twenties, sliced in half by themes & narratives, you know how it is

[soracities]

Natalie Wee, from ‘Least of All’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines

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[huariqueje]

Blackberries   -   Karin Kneffel, 1994.

German,b.1957 -

Watercolor on ivory-colored handmade laid paper,  77.5 x 58 cm.

[lamignonette]

[icemaiden-deactivated20220406]

what you allow continues. -> what you tolerate continues. -> what you show interest in is what brings more of that interest into your life. -> to often express an emotion like anger or joy will make people test it, tread its waters, treat you with that emotion in mind, thus making you choose between rejecting or accepting their understanding of you, instead of being neutral on it. -> if you get involved in fights and debate, more fights come to your doorstep. to think solemnly about your existence is to see answers and questions in everything. to participate in anything is to be enmeshed in it, touched back by it. -> to be bothered deeply by something personally repulsive is to touch it back when it tries to hold you, instead of washing your hands. -> you can work against something without allowing it to touch you inside. -> what you allow inside you continues.

[clawmarks]

Journal of decorative art - 1881 - via Internet Archive

[ryebreadgf]

these don’t quite work the same way here as on insta carousel but I like the look. I miss scrapbooking

[niurd]

instagram.com/p/DRxpb0EETWf/

[chewedup-andspitout]

[aikaleegrave]

[bracketed = from translation by anne carson] // expansions on sappho’s fragments

[queermasculine]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to miss the application window

[horizontaldrawing]

pablo picasso creates a light drawing, gjon mili, 1949

[petaltexturedskies]

Didn't you wake up feeling that you had no future? Didn't you walk around drained of all meaning, without the right to even the slightest danger? Didn't you have to promise, a hundred times, not to die?

Rainer Maria Rilke, from "The Prodigal Son" in The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

[sadladypoetssociety]

“I was obsessed with loss; not surprisingly, I was also acquisitive, possessive. The two tendencies fed each other; every impulse to extend my holdings increased the fundamental anxiety. Actual loss, loss of mere property, was a release, an abrupt transition from anticipation to expertise. In passing, I learned something about fire, about its appetite. I watched the destruction of all that had been, all that would not be again, and all that remained took on a radiance. These are, in the deepest sense, ordinary experiences. On the subject of change, of loss, we all attain to authority. In my case, the timing was efficient. I was in my late thirties; perhaps I’d learned all I could about preparation, about gathering. The next lesson is abandon, letting go.”

— Louise Glück, “106,″ Proofs and Theories: Essays on Poetry

[fotosvonsusanne]

Heinz Mack

Lamellen-Relief

1961

Heidi Horten Collection, Vienna

[mysterium-solis]

The Faithful Knight in Equal Field Subdues His Faithless Foe by Frederick Marriott (c. 1910)

[mothprincess]

Mary Oliver, from The Fire