[lifeonsundays]

[nobrashfestivity]

Yayoi Kusama   The sea in the evening glow (Facing the imminent death)-夜中的大海（面對即將到來的死亡 

1988, 190.5 x 130 cm. (75 x 51.2 in.)

[1000drawings]

by Hallie  Bateman

[valend]

Yahhh I have to build Rome. Yup it’s due tomorrow.. noo I haven’t started yet haha is that bad?

[shiftofgallifrey]

You people are normal right. If I learn how to be a person from you it would be fine right

[pissmamiii]

sick to my fucking stomach for all the times i begged to be loved and seen by anyone lmao

[probuccalfat]

being a bitch actually saves you a lot of time

[stalgivc]

[naturalpr3y]

I can always post worse

[intactics]

went on a short walk. did an errand. went to the library to read for a few hours and then left because I started crying about the dead kitten. sobbed in my car for a while. did a few more errands. then it started to rain a little and I went to get pizza at the local spot and I paid for two slices and they gave me four slices and claimed that they were just really big slices that had been cut in half

I think it's because we live in a world where baby kittens die and terrible and cruel things happen every day that it is important to be kind and good, and it's through facing a world like this one that we learn how important those things really are. the world is cruel but it will not make me cruel, rather it makes me want very badly to be kind. meanness takes no strength at all but kindness requires a great deal of it and I want to be strong

[cxbrxnx]

i’ve made all the wrong choices in life

[anime-to-the-t]

[dk-thrive]

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you.

Do not care if you just arrive in your skeleton. Would love to take a walk with you. Miss you. Would love to make you shrimp saganaki. Like you used to make me when you were alive. Love to feed you. Sit over steaming bowls of pilaf. Little roasted tomatoes covered in pepper and nutmeg. Miss you. Would love to walk to the post office with you. Bring the ghost dog. We’ll walk past the waterfall and you can tell me about the after. Wish you. Wish you would come back for a while. Don’t even need to bring your skin sack. I’ll know you. I know you will know me even though. I’m bigger now. Grayer. I’ll show you my garden. I’d like to hop in the leaf pile you raked but if you want to jump in? I’ll rake it for you. Miss you standing looking out at the river with your rake in your hand. Miss you in your puffy blue jacket. They’re hip now. I can bring you a new one if you’ll only come by. Know I told you it was okay to go. Know I told you it was okay to leave me. Why’d you believe me? You always believed me. Wish you would come back so we could talk about truth. Miss you. Wish you would walk through my door. Stare out from the mirror. Come through the pipes.

— Gabrielle Calvocoressi, "Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you" in "The New Economy" (Copper Canyon Press, 2025)

[strawberry-seal77]

time loop with two people in it but one person refuses to acknowledge the loop and pretends to be looping with everyone else. meanwhile the other person is freaking out

[angelicdewdrop]

[nemfrog]

The sky at night. Shaggycoat, the biography of a beaver. 1906. Cover detail.

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[llleighsmith]

“The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.”

—

Walter Benjamin (via hqlines)

This is one of my favorite things written by Walter. And it’s one of the most misunderstood ones. In a letter to Brecht, he touches upon this again - and this is shortly before he kills himself when the Nazi presence reached Portbou, at the French–Spanish border (Bataille writes about this). He explains this statement in a simple way: Hope mystifies a person, place, object. Hope can be dangerous and often restricting if clung on to too desperately. And in love, we often cling on to hope before we even begin to know the person of our affection. The idea is to love them by knowing them - discovering them, understanding them - without hope. And the thing is simple: the antonymous reality of hope is not always despair. Sometimes - often - hope is despair itself. Despair taints, mars, hurts. The opposite of hope can be elucidating; it can be acceptance without abject powerlessness; it can be resolve without expectation. And for that, Walter would always point at beginning at one’s own heart. Fortifying it before going anywhere else.

(via king-woman)