sleepwalking

[theinternetarchive]

silk tapestry fragment, overall: 61 x 20.4 cm; japanese c. 1800s.

[honey-bottle]

your memory’s got me

[otherpress]

“You drink a language, you speak a language, and one day it owns you; and from then on, it falls into the habit of grasping things in your place, it takes over your mouth like a lover’s voracious kiss.”

— The Meursault Investigation, Kamel Daoud

[primordialcell]

when i was in jordan river with my mom the forest was glittery with slug trails and we found star jelly by the big rock. there were bushes with fragrant white flowers where the forest becomes the beach. i tripped and found a little blue robins egg. there was a tiny dead humming bird in the grass. i collected blue chitons and striped limpets and watched my wet rocks get pale in the sun

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926

[darlingvita]

“..the June nights are long and warm; the roses flowering; and the garden full of lust and bees..”

— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vanessa Bell c. June 1926

[resqectable]

“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

[honey-bottle]

winter

white light

Vespertine

pangs, remembering

melted wax

willpower, resistance

meditating against the wind

nosebleeds

smoke

sleepiness

solitude

late night movies

running fast

[honey-bottle]

hurricane air, radio waves, sour fruit

[honey-bottle]

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life missing you

[honey-bottle]

my plane took off with the sunrise and I listened to Joni Mitchell in the sky

[vacillator-deactivated20250323]

deep winter please come back, i won’t let them hurt you anymore

[tenthsfreezeout]

— Bruce Springsteen, SXSW keynote address, 2012.

[honey-bottle]

I miss those California mornings

[literaturereads]

"And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

- Nathaniel Orion, "Hevel"

[mothercain]

polaroid by @expiredidealist

[mothercain]

do you remember the environment you were in while writing dust bowl? it’s one of my most favorite songs on this earth and i would love to know its birth story. thank u love u <3

i was in alabama and it was starting to get hot outside and i had convinced myself i was in love again so it was kind of a perfect storm. i feel like im at my sonic best when it’s 100 degrees and the cicadas are buzzin