and forever 🕊

angel. she/her

[stindae]

watercolor practice (Will saying goodbye hurt me)

[whyenn-reader]

''what if you regret it'' then you will expirience regret - a normal and unavoidable part of the human expirience.

[huariqueje]

Bonne Maman with Spoon - Serge de Vries

Dutch , b. 1968 -

Oil on panel , 13.5 x 16.8 cm.

[cherrylimeade-l3sbian]

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[smsomah]

Jasmine flower harvest. Scanned from the book Wedding Ceremonies: Ethnic Symbols, Costume and Rituals; 2001; Tiziana & Gianni Baldizzone

[themotherofrevelation]

Léonard Belliveaux, Marie-Madeleine en Adoration devant la Couronne d'épines

[skvwalker]

Maybe the next time, darling. Maybe the next time.

CRASH (1996) dir. David Cronenberg

[dozydawn]

“ice cream sundaes. mine is mint chocolate chip with strawberry and marshmallow sauce.”

[wretchie]

i say this at regular intervals but i do really want to rewatch eien no kinou someday it's certainly not the show's fault that it sent me into a six month depression spiral from which i am still not fully recovered or that i still think about it a little too hard and start crying sometimes or that i can't listen to unreal unearth all the way through without getting gut punched by abstract psychopomp and spending the rest of the day in a quasi catatonic state thinking about roadkill as a grim benediction upon love / the unreasoning unjust tragedy of young beautiful death / the memory hurting but doing no harm / etc

[antinousamongthereeds]

[stsebastiens]

finding out there's a frankenstein ballet and that it was in october of last year…DEVASTATING

look at this. look at these. im foaming at the mouth

[kaijutegu]

It was stupid good. So good in fact that the bbc filmed a version and put it on dvd when it debuted. I bought that dvd after I saw the show and put it up on the Internet Archive. The audio is not great but the dancing is spectacular. Ever see a pas de deux around an anatomical dissection? You will.

[kaijutegu]

Happy Halloween! If you're up for something wicked cultured tonight, why not go for a little monstrous ballet? Impress your friends, lovers, and any trick-or-treaters foolish enough to ask you what you're watching!

Frankenstein (there are better ways to make friends than to literally make them)

Dracula (a real estate lawyer's trip to Romania goes... poorly.)

The Cage (short- only 15 minutes or so- and very weird/experimental/about insects)

Giselle (classic ghost story, very traditional, doesn't get really spooky until the second act)

Mayerling (more tragedy than horror but very seasonally appropriate) (if you're gonna watch one thing on this list make it the bedroom pas de deux from this, I beg of you, it's beautiful)

The Rite of Spring (did you know this is about human sacrifice?)

I know that ballet isn't everybody's cup of tea, but if you've never watched any before, give it a shot! Frankenstein, Dracula, Giselle, and Mayerling are all full-length with multiple acts, but the Rite of Spring is pretty short, and The Cage is super short and it's- look, it's a ballet about a colony of weird bugs, if that doesn't appeal to you I don't know what will.

[apartmentstore-deactivated20260]

[marcelshorjian]

the impossible return

[funeral]

What kind of world is this she writes of—in which one can see everything and yet recognize nothing? What happens when the unconscious processes of organization and correlation associated with perception cease while perception itself goes on? Does one see less, or more?

One day, while I was in the principal's office, suddenly the room became enormous, illuminated by a dreadful electric light that cast false shadows. Everything was exact, smooth, artificial, extremely tense; the chairs and tables seemed models placed here and there. Pupils and teachers were puppets revolving without cause, without objective. I recognized nothing, nobody. It was as though reality, attenuated, had slipped away from all these things and these people. Profound dread overwhelmed me, and as though lost, I looked around desperately for help. I heard people talking but I did not grasp the meaning of the words. The voices were metallic, without warmth or color.

These are not hallucinations. The distortions occur not in perception itself but in the act of expressing a response to those perceptions . . . Her metaphors are made from a floating vantage point, a slowly drifting up to the intersection between different levels of reality.

Marguerite Sèchehaye, foreword to Autobiography of a Schizophrenic Girl

[havingapoemwithyou]

Nocturne by Frank O’Hara

[lifespan-deactivated20260401]

if you start introducing nice things into your life it's a slippery slope and you have to be careful in case you start liking it when things are nice

[ineachplace]

“今夜はこのまま　オレんとこ居なよ” 言えたら　ただはにかんで 頷いた真夏の One day