mary oliver, the kitten // laura gilpin, two headed calf // tweet by vincent d’onofrio

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@indianajosh
mary oliver, the kitten // laura gilpin, two headed calf // tweet by vincent d’onofrio
On Leaving Tumblr
I think it’s time to close this extended chapter of my online life.
It’s time, but it’s also weird, and more difficult than I’d imagined. I’ve had this blog for close to a decade. It’s been with me through some shit--much of it good, some of it bad--and it almost doesn’t feel right to just let it go. I’m a sucker for the sentimental, and I often keep nostalgia wrapped around me like a warm blanket. This sometimes translates to hanging onto things--thoughts, feelings, people, blogs--that should be let go with grace when their time, purpose, and role in my life has come to an end. Rilke once wrote of the importance of learning to let go, that “holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.” It’s a lesson I’m always learning, will continue to learn throughout my life.
I started this Tumblr initially looking for an outlet for my intellectual inquiries into Arabic philology, cultural studies, and politics. I quickly found a community of like-minded people here who challenged and changed me. That community slowly grew into almost ten thousand people at the height of the Tumblr era. Within that large community, I encountered a small handful of people who I would meet in person, who would become close friends, colleagues, crushes, lovers. Some of them I still talk to almost daily, see occasionally, and am really thankful to have in my life; others I’ve lost to the vagaries of growth and change and I miss and think about them often.
I haven’t really been active on this blog for years. Lately, I’ve just been hanging onto the dying vestiges of a once-active depository of thoughts and ideas, poems and photographs--a condensary of my life as I moved through the ends and beginnings and ends again of different worlds. I don’t want to stop reflecting and introspecting, writing and documenting and archiving memories and moments. I just want to do those things in a way that’s more meaningful and relevant to where I’m at in life now. I still have my personal website outside of this, and may eventually reintroduce a non-Tumblr, long-format blog to that. But at least for a while, this is it.
As most of my old Tumblr friends, and virtually all of my real-world friends, have migrated over to Instagram (@indianajosh) and Twitter (@indiana_josh), you can find me at both. I’m most active on Instagram, and really only hop onto Twitter occasionally to like a few of Marc’s tweets and tell myself that this is the day I become active on Twitter. And of course it never is.
And look, I know this is just a blog. But it’s also a place where I once posted a video of Bandit leaping and playing in his first heavy snowfall back when he was only two years old with so much of the world before him, so much of our life together to come. That memory and that moment alone makes this archive mean everything to me. I’ll probably just leave all this up until this domain expires and then archive and close it down. For the scant handful of you who are still around: thanks for sticking with me over the years.
fuck, this movie is so good.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
also this whole movie is aesthetic goals af
My poet and cultural critic inspo, Hanif Abdurraqib, wrote this brilliant reflection on breakups as seen through the lens of music. He describes the brief article as "the journey of wanting someone back and along the way finding out that the someone is yourself." It was an important read for me--maybe it will be for you, too.
three cool cats (and one pretty dope dog)
freddie mercury or bob dylan?
Definitely Dylan. But also, like almost exclusively 17-22 yr old Dylan in his early folk & blues-inspired phase.
Turned this labor of love in. So glad I took the time to expand it & shape it & breathe life into it the way it needed. When you defend your work in front of a committee that includes one of the foremost scholars of pre-Islamic Arabic poetry, the word "brilliant" isn't quite what you expect to hear. Tried to fight it back but a whole ass tear moonwalked down my face. Relieved to be done with this part of the project & excited to finish out the rest.
thanks for being here
th...anks for being here with me
Thankful that my first musical/man crush stopped in the middle of his 1992(!!!) MTV Unplugged set to scribble PRO · CHOICE on his arm, and that he's been an activist and advocate for women's rights ever since. Fucking love this man.
Do you speak Farsi?
speak? no, not beyond a few phrases here and there. i’m broadly familiar with the language through Arabic and my larger regional interests, but i’m really not proficient in Farsi at all.
Apartment decorating tips for those of us who need to copy the cottage/explorer/indianajosh aesthetic?? Help us out
honestly, I think it’s all about curating an aesthetic that’s true to your experiences and interests. the rustic cottage, the trinkets and totems and relics from travels throughout the Middle East and Africa, the repurposed/salvaged wood and antiques found either in the barn behind my house or in any of the local thrift stores--it’s all such a part of the daily, lived texture of my world. i don’t know if i’d be capable of, or even interested in, mimicking or recreating this kind of aesthetic because i think it would feel inauthentic and maybe even pretty corny/campy? like i can imagine some people with wildly different interests and aesthetics walking into my room with a massive handmade patchwork camel head protruding from the wall and being like “bro, can we...not?”
on that note, being a bachelor definitely helps. i doubt i’ll ever maintain this aesthetic when i’m cohabiting unless that other person happens to have very similar interests and experiences.
It's gonna' be so hard to leave this magic behind.
This high schooler with with rich and demanding parents is paying me $100/hr to tutor his ass in Arabic and I'm here for it. Also legit planning to market myself as a ~pReMiUm~ Arabic tutor from now on becau$e rea$on$.
I teach these humans how to speak Arabic and distrust capitalism.
Perfect birthday weekend with some of the closest people to my heart.
Sonnet for a Second Chance
As science charts the birth and death of stars, Our lives are numbered: minutes, hours, and days; The end of all seems far too far away To try to stretch a mortal love like ours.
To seize infinity's not in my power; An epoch's longer than we can delay Our lives, our love's inevitable decay As temporal as any handpicked flower.
But if we grasp each moment that we get: Each morning walk, each kiss, each coffee cup, Each friendly fight about the washing up, Each smile, each fleeting bliss, then we may yet
Create a universe within each breath, Immortalize each second and cheat death.
my translations of ~1500 yr old pre-Islamic desert poems took a sudden turn into softcore Arabic erotica and I'm not mad about it