how are my hopeless romantics, what small gesture of intimacy will we go insane over today
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Kaledo Art
sheepfilms
styofa doing anything
NASA
taylor price
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

JBB: An Artblog!
KIROKAZE
art blog(derogatory)
No title available
No title available

Discoholic 🪩
$LAYYYTER
DEAR READER

Andulka

Product Placement

JVL
occasionally subtle
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

seen from Canada

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from T1
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from South Korea
@justyourfriendlywatersprite
how are my hopeless romantics, what small gesture of intimacy will we go insane over today
A slash of Blue -- A sweep of Gray -- Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky --
by Emily Dickinson
they should invent a past that doesn't beat inside me like a second heart
Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess”
[Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]
chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’
i exist, i exist, i exist
@ryebreadgf // holly warburton // ? // image from pinterest // letters to a young poet by rainer maria rilke
Woodworking at the End of the World, Ocean Vuong
I want to be here
George Seferis, from Collected Poems (tr. from the Greek by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
[Text ID: If I chose to remain alone, what I longed for / was solitude, not this kind of waiting, / my soul shattered on the horizon, / these lines, these colours, this silence.]
Ada Limón, from “The Vulture & The Body.”
[Text ID: “What if, instead of carrying a child, I am supposed to carry grief?”]
“Nothing kidnaps our capacity for presence more cruelly than longing. And yet longing is also the most powerful creative force we know. Out of our longing for meaning came all of art: out of our longing for truth all science; out of our longing for love the very fact of life. We may give this undertone of being different names–Susan Cain calls it ‘the bittersweet’ and Portuguese has the lovely word saudade; the vague, constant longing for something or someone beyond the horizon of reality–but we recognize it in our marrow, in the strata of the soul beyond the reach of words.”
— Maria Popova, from: “The Thing Itself: C.S. Lewis on What We Long for in Our Existential Longing,” The Marginalian (3 September 2022)
“How do I look away now that I have seen you?”
— — Rachel Mennies, from “April 18, 2017,” The Naomi Letters
kinda hope you’re thinking about me
“You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.”
— Richard Brostoff, from “Grief,” A Few Forms of Love (Finishing Line Press, 2012) (via proustitute)
“I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year;”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Sonnet XXVII,” Collected Poems (Harper and Brothers, 1956)