christopher

bury me at makeout creek

[killmyheand]

i really like this

[vintagebeautydarling]

[zegalba]

Boards Of Canada: geogaddi (2002)

[perfectfeelings]

“Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our life.”

— Akshay Dubey

[adoringlana]

[killmyheand]

the swag in eyes 🥺

[fionaapplerocks]

How to Sofa with Fiona Apple

Photos: Genaro Molina / Terry Richardson / Jin Ohashi / WaPost / Genaro Molina

[shisasan]

I looked for traces of you.

3 August, 1927 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

[adoringlana]

I hear the birds on the summer breeze

[mortalmess]

[killmyheand]

that's not -

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[petaltexturedskies]

When Dostoevsky said, "Pain changes you, but it teaches. That is its mercy." but Kafka said, "Pain changes nothing. It just repeats itself until you forget who you were before it started."

[miamaimania]

“Fiona Apple at Dingwalls” (1996) by Justin Thomas ♪ Gripping the mic in Camden’s basement heat

[metamorphesque]

this is what it means to be human

Everything, Mary Oliver

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

The Orange by Wendy Cope

The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón

To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

[roseforviolet]

[roseforviolet]

[abby118-deactivated20260314]

[thom-yorke-bot]

You're somebody else left behind

[daiseas-blog]

Nancy Sinatra, These Boots Are Made For Walkin’ (1966)