the blackbirds are rough today

"Maybe, one day, I will settle for second best. & on that same day the sun will burn out & the stars will fall from the sky.” Rachael. This is the visual diary I was always too lazy to keep.

[thecolorblockcurator]

Crystal ball, 1925, George Hoyningen-Huene

[philosophybits]

“Our age reminds one of the dissolution of the Greek city-state: Everything goes on as usual and yet there is no longer anyone who believes in it. The invisible spiritual bond which gives it validity, no longer exists, and so the whole age is at once comic and tragic — tragic because it is perishing, comic because it goes on.”

— Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or

[sorrrowfull]

[joeinct]

Alta on the Beach, Photo by Imogen Cunningham, 1920s

[nevver]

Never knew you, Moon patrol

[nevver]

Up all night, Elsa Bleda

[nevver]

Aliona & Olena, Julie Poly

[thunderstruck9]

Lubomír Typlt (Czech, 1975), Thursday, 2018. Oil on canvas, 140 x 180 cm.

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[gacougnol]

Renata Młynarczyk

[charnel-grounds]

Stephen Mackey (b. 1966), “The Last Valentine”

oil on panel, 2024

source

[doe-eyedwerewolf]

Edward Gorey, undated ink drawing.

[nevver]

Internal IBM document, 1979 (via Fabricio Teixeira)

[sleepysera]

"'I have led a toothless life,' he thought. 'A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on--and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone. What's to be done?'"

-Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason (1945)

[heavyhymns]

Michael J Hentz | paper collage | 2025

[weltenwellen]

Maya C. Popa, from “Spring”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

[nevver]

[nevver]

Dave Bowers (@oldsweaty)