[blipdripstrip-deactivated202109]

[sunsetquotes]

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

— Azar Nafisi; Reading Lolita in Tehran

[soracities]

“People call me a philosopher or a scientist or an anthropologist. I am none of those things. I am an anamnesiologist. I study what has been forgotten. I divine what has disappeared utterly. I work with absences, with silences, with curious gaps between things. I am really more of a magician than anything else.”

— Laurence Arne-Sayles, interview in The Secret Garden, May 1976, from the preface of Piranesi by Susanna Clarke (via mythologyofblue)

[weltenwellen]

E. E. Cummings, The Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[battlechick]

this is literally the sweetest thing ever 🥺

[nemfrog]

“Blue colored glass eyes from Queen & Co. Oculists & Opticians of Philadelphia.” 1891. 

Huntington Library

[andreablog2-deactivated20220425]

nostalgia is actually disgusting and morbid

[joaquin-sorolla]

Portrait of Mr. Taft, President of the United States, 1909, Joaquín Sorolla

Medium: oil,canvas

https://www.wikiart.org/en/joaqu-n-sorolla/portrait-of-mr-taft-president-of-the-united-states-1909

[inferior]

Bandon, Oregon By Brendon Burton 

[luthienne]

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[aseaofquotes]

John Knowles, A Separate Peace

[weltenwellen]

Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

[hanohouse]

[fordarkmornings]

Anton Hackenbroich  -  Tanzende Nymphen,  1940  (detail)

German, 1878-1969

Oil on canvas

[weltenwellen]

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

[fordarkmornings]

Maximilian Lenz  -  Eine Welt,  1899  (detail)

Austrian, 1860-1948

Oil on canvas

[honeydrrip]

drowning discontent in carbs and lsd, a novella