her er så underligt

Hanna, 1993, Norway

[hannaaurora]

I don’t really use this blog these days, but if you for some reason should want to find me, you can at @koboltblaa

[hannaaurora]

I don’t really use this blog these days, but if you for some reason should want to find me, you can at @koboltblaa

[hannaaurora]

I don’t really use this blog these days, but if you for some reason should want to find me, you can at @koboltblaa

[hannaaurora]

I don’t really use this blog these days, but if you for some reason should want to find me, you can at @koboltblaa

[hannaaurora]

I don’t really use this blog these days, but if you for some reason should want to find me, you can at @koboltblaa

[hannaaurora]

I don’t really use this blog these days, but if you for some reason should want to find me, you can at @koboltblaa

[melkeglass]

(selv om) marx sade det vackrare

[melkeglass]

corporate memes and ‘witty’ interaction with consumers on social media is a way for capitalist enterprises to distance the people from the fact that they do not own the means of production and is a form of aggressive subjugation

[hannaaurora]

Deeply shocked and troubled by tonights attacks in Paris I hope you guys are all safe

[melkeglass]

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hook rug dance

[hannaaurora]

These stars are light-years away, he says. We aren’t really seeing them at all, we’re just seeing the light they sent out years, hundreds of years, thousands of years ago. The stars are like echoes. I sit there in my flannelette pyjamas, shivering, the back of my neck hurting from the upward tilt, squinting into the cold and the infinitely receding darkness, into the black cauldron where the fiery stars boil and boil. His stars are different from the ones in the Bible: they’re wordless, they flame in an obliterating silence. I feel as if my body is dissolving and I am being drawn up and up, like thinning mist, into a vast, emptying space.”

Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

[hannaaurora]

Things that are falling apart encourage me: whatever else, I’m in better shape than they are.

Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

[hannaaurora]

"We've no idea where we're going"

[flowerinthefrozenrain]

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if you ever feel bad about yourself just remember that if you were a fictional character people would probably love you for all your flaws and quirks and mannerisms that you probably hate so just remember that okay ilu

[farawaystardust]

why is this literally the most uplifting post I’ve seen in weeks thank you

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

USSR. Klin. 1967. The house of Tchaikovsky. Inge Morath

[paintingses]

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose by John Singer Sargent (1856-1925)

oil on canvas, c.1885