I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don't say.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

JVL
Today's Document
styofa doing anything
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
noise dept.
DEAR READER
🪼
Stranger Things
almost home
KIROKAZE
$LAYYYTER
AnasAbdin
No title available

blake kathryn

@theartofmadeline
Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
Mike Driver
Keni

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Canada
seen from Algeria
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@heavyreveriees
I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don't say.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
Barry McGlashan (British, 1974), Green Mesa, 2022. Oil on paper laid on panel, 10 ¼ x 8 in.
Gods Torches I - Kathrin Rank , 2021.
German, b.1967 -
Oil on canvas, 120 x 170 cm.
Gods' Torches II - Kathrin Rank , 2021.
German, b.1967 -
Oil on canvas , 130 x 170 cm.
Dulce María Loynaz, from These Are Not Sweet Girls: Poetry by Latin American Women; "Time"
[Text ID: "The kiss I didn't give you / has become a star inside me..."]
I know it sounds fake but you really do have a lot of silent lovers on this planet who look at you and wish they had your smile or your hair color or your humor or your intellect or your intentions or your heart, your manners, your eyes, your ease, even just you. People who are too shy to tell you what they admire about you or what they wish for you or who they see themselves becoming bc of you & they’re too shy to tell you. even tho it isn’t verbalized, the universe has still heard and the universe has loved you for helping out on its creations. You’re that person. You’re you.
#girls night #lesbians?
Figures in a Landscape (1953)
“Death underlies every living gesture. We are born dead, we live dead, and we enter death already dead. Composed of living cells and in a state of permanent dissolution, we are made of death.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (tr. by Margaret Jull Costa)
John Francis Peters
“Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending, not the end.”
— Lang Leav
indigo,
digital
what i love about twin peaks is that there’s a pretty regular run of the mill murder in a very normal small town and the fbi sends down their whackiest gayest most autistic agent to help solve it and the law enforcement is like oh good some proper help and then coop starts being like yeah i had a dream of a dancing dwarf and a giant oh and the girl who died was there i think they gave me some clues that will be detrimental to this case also btw i was visited by a giant when i was shot he’s been giving me clues too it’s crazy we should definitely set the entire basis of our investigation off of these. i know what i’m doing i’m a professional
Vicki King