[polyfaceted]

lucia gallipoli (hottiedearest) on my dash means posting one of my favorite works of hers

[theinternetarchive]

'[dove that ventured outside (to erika, for the festival of pride)]' rainer maria rilke, not dated c. 1894-1925.

[dykerous]

Rubiane Maia Where everyone sees (2016)

[achillesinhighheels]

Sleeping Muse

By Misha Frid

[thediverismylove]

“What is writing but the preservation of ghosts?”

— Cameron Awkward-Rich from “Essay on the Appearance of Ghosts”, Sympathetic Little Monster

[nonbinaryjomarch]

“When the chorus sing that the ‘name of the land will vanish’ and ‘Troy no longer exists’, they are singing for an audience for whom Troy’s name has survived.”

- P.E. Easterling on Euripides’s Trojan Woman, from ‘Form and Performance in Greek Tragedy’, The Cambridge Companion to Greek Tragedy

[violet-bridgerton]

You are my onion.

Yeah, well, you’re my fucking onion.

[nevver]

Brecht Vandenbroucke

[idlelizard]

shapely sugar bowl

[disease]

A WHITE TEDDY BEAR WITH MUZZLE STEIFF CO. // circa 1909

jointed, mohair, boot button eyes, brown stitching, leather muzzle with lead, FF button and inoperative growler. [height: 16 1/4″]

[anka-dm]

My illustrations the most based poem about tigers by Nael, age 6

Every time I read it I feel space inside my chest expand in very *emotion* way.

[feignedremote]

My childhood had no narrative; it was all just a combination of air and no air: waiting for life to happen, the body to get big, the mind to grow fearless. There were no stories, no ideas, not really, not yet. Just things unearthed from elsewhere and propped up later to help the mind get around. At the time, however, it was liquid, like a song—nothing much. It was just a space with some people in it.

Lorrie Moore, Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?

[uninoushii]

Jenny Holzer, Painted Signs, 1991

[pmamtraveller]

By Hitomi Murakami

[ilurvyer]

Well i Love you if that helps

[aqwult]

i remember you from when we were ideas

[aliasalias]

when i grow up i wanna be a dandelion

[chateauofmymind]

slaughterhouse-five, kurt vonnegut