The Path Less Traveled

Sometimes I get so far into my head that I forget anything else exists.

[soliloquyinthedark]

A bookshop in Syria, 2006

[natgeofound]

Two girls wearing shawls pose for a portrait in Huwara, Palestine, 1926. Photograph by Maynard Owen Williams, National Geographic

[gnossienne]

Irakl Khvedaguridze, 81, is the only licensed doctor across 386 sq miles of mountainous region, serving a dwindling community of Tush people in north-east Georgia. During the summer and early autumn, he gets to his patients on his white horse, Bichola. When the snow gets too deep, Khvedaguridze converts his shoes into skis using birch planks nailed with wide canvas. Once the snow rises above his knees, he can only travel on foot (x)

[merosezah]

Traditional lanterns during Ramadan lighted up a market in Gaza City, Palestine, on June 5th 2016. Mohammed Asad/APA Images/Zuma Press

[fragarach21]

Glastonbury Tor, Glastonbury (England).

[fishingscam]

that quote like “god gave us transness for the same reason he made grapes but not wine; yeast but no loaves — so we may partake in the divine act of creation”

[genderkoolaid]

- Julian K. Jarboe, quoted in Something That May Shock and Discredit You by Daniel M. Lavery

[falsemuseum]

[soracities]

Jack Gilbert, from “Moreover”, Collected Poems

[Text ID: “We are given the trees so we can know what God looks like. And rivers so we might understand Him.”]

[heavensghost]

Natalie Wee, Our bodies & other fine machines

@natalieweepoetry

[theoptia]

Valzhyna Mort, from Music for the Dead and Resurrected: Poems; “Genesis”

Text ID: I’ve always preferred Cain. / His angry / loneliness, his / lack of mother’s / love, his Christian / sarcasm: “Am I / my brother’s keeper?” / asks his brother’s murderer. / Aren’t we indeed / the keepers of our dead?

[cithaerons]

Through a Glass Darkly (1961), dir. Ingmar Bergman

[derangedrhythms]

A ghost was the sign of an unacknowledged horror. It indicated a gap opened by trauma, an event that because it had not been assimilated must be perpetually relived. There were no words, so there was a haunting.

Kate Summerscale, from 'The Haunting of Alma Fielding'

[cottagecoregrandma]

[cottagecoregrandma]

poc cottagecore because they're beautiful and they should have so much more representation in this aesthetic <3

[fravery]

by Laura Woermke

[moved-to-theundergroundwoman]

'The Madonna of the Roses' and 'The Madonna of Pietà' by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

[bluishness]

Full Moon Over Waldo by Gary Horsfall

[infected]

Kobayashi Kiyochika, Firefiles at Ochanomizu, 1880