Sade Olutola
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Claire Keane
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Today's Document
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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ojovivo
occasionally subtle
$LAYYYTER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
oozey mess
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almost home
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@inditedares
I'm not gonna sit here and pretend the American Gods show was perfect but holy shit if you've never at least seen Orlando Jones as Anansi's speeches about historical and contemporary antiblack racism... well, here you go. (But warning, there are no minced words and obviously the subject matter is heavy, for lack of a better word, so it may be traumatizing)
But unfortunately, he was fired for literally being too effective in the role. Because they didn't want people to sympathize with him.
AMERICAN GODS (2017 - )
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
wood engraving today
I love being educated. I love learning & finding new things that intrigue me. I love knowing my brain is inevitably growing.
“Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you are choosing someone out of love or loneliness.”
— Mandy Hale
Someone who wants all sides of me... The nerd, the random thoughts, the sexual freak, the quiet, the lover, the loner
I want to be devoured. With intention.
“…my love’s a fire, an altar, an ember. I turn into smoke.”
— Adonis, from ‘Transformations of the Lover’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)
“(…) There have been too many funerals held by now for an Eden you’ve never seen whose fruit you never tasted.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva, from From Poems To A Son in “Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems” [translated by Elaine Feinstein]
Her passion is primitive, blood and guts.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2: 1934–1939, (1970)
"I Am", Komitas
The Ore Mountains
swanage, dorset - 04.03.2026 - photos are my own, unfiltered swanage has, to me, always had the quality of a town on the precipice of slipping, unnoticed, into the sea.
Sara Torres, from her novel titled "X Is Where I Am," orginally published in March 2026
March, 1935 Journals of Anais Nin 1934-1939 [volume 2]
