Je suis un peu fatigué ces jours-ci.

ciarán | xxvi main: @breakbreadwithme

[teddypng]

Patricia Highsmith, Her Diaries and Notebooks: 1941-1995

[nevver]

Last light, Mary Mattingly

[wovencorpse]

[vintageeveryday]

Portraits of fashion model Jessica Patton Barkentin in the 1940s.

[aglionbyacademia]

Gansey is actually so cunt if you think about it. His parents are conservative republicans. He’s in a homoerotic situationship with every single one of his friends and some old man from Europe. Died twice. Stole his ex situationship’s girl — ON SAID SITUATIONSHIP’S BIRTHDAY. Always on the phone, always busy and booked. Punched his Latin teacher, threw a Molotov cocktail at a substance party he wasn’t even invited to. Can fly a helicopter, isn’t very good at it. Drives a vintage car even though it’s shit, simply for aesthetics. Wears contacts instead of his nerdy glasses, because he’s vain. Writes in an old leather notebook instead of just using his laptop. Truly believes in magic. His roommate is a ghost. Captain of the rowing team. Everyone at his fancy private school knows his name, everyone thinks he’s cool but also very very weird. The absolute aura on this guy.

[stlamb]

vivienne westwood heart gloves

[thejewellerybox]

Gannet Diving necklace by Rie Taniguchi

[raeiyyn]

thinking about this excerpt from giovanni's room as i lay in bed staring at the ceiling endlessly

[bi-enad]

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"I had thought of suicide when I was much younger, as, possibly, we all have, but then it would have been for revenge, it would have been my way of informing the world how awfully it made me suffer. But the silence of the evening, as I wandered home, had nothing to do with that storm, that far-off boy. I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine."

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[thecollectibles]

Art by Petra Ramešová

[berkeleygirl3]

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Call on the Bird, painting by Michele Melcher

[beguines]

Lisa Russ Spaar, Soul Cake

[folklorespring]

If We Lived Here by Paula Rebsom

[religiousextremist]

The reindeer skin vestments and mammoth bone mitre of Metropolitan Nestor Anisimov of Kamchatka, Russia.

These vestments were made of northern reindeer fur. Take a close look at the pectoral cross and notice how the the cross and the chains are also of reindeerskin.

[beguines]

Shane McCrae, Cain Named the Animal

[thekimonogallery]

The sun is low at Yoshigadaira high moor, Gunma, Japan.  (image via Kumi Ito on Pinterest)

[beguines]

I wouldn't even be a religious person were it not for poetry, which has not only repeatedly brought me into contact with an other, but has seemed to demand something of me in its wake—very like Teresa's visions. But poetry remains perpetually open. God moves through art but doesn't get stuck there. I sometimes think he gets stuck in theology—fixed, frozen, and therefore inevitably falsified.

Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian