悲しみ

Nothing kills you like your mind

[jacobvanloon]

The Rip XV Watercolor on paper, 8x10″ 2021

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Rachael Tarravechia - Shower Portal, 2022

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Yasujiro Ozu:  Floating Weeds,  (1959)  Filmstill

[zegalba]

Yohji Yamamoto

[henriprestes]

Photography by Henri Prestes

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[jinxproof]

© Sarah Moon | Yohji Yamamoto (1996)

[voirlvmer]

“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun

[firstfullmoon]

Alex Dimitrov, from “Living in Time” [ID in ALT]

[wedarkacademia]

(via violentwavesofemotion)

[geryone]

Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka

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— Clarice Lispector, from Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

[stlowens]

Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]

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[metamorphesque]

— A Prayer, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 

[text ID: I’m only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps.]

[tinyghosts]

“Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible.”

– Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times

[metamorphesque]

— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word