[safhoe]

“just you and / your body running off each undesired desired encounter”

— Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric

[funeral]

Elsa la rose (1966) dir. Agnès Varda

[lueur1]

«ما كان ضرّك لو حنَوْت

‏على جراح الياسمين؟»

‏— روضة الحاج

[phantomladyoverparis]

Iris (1971), dir. Maria Lassnig

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

"During the morning chores, you look forward with love…During the evening ones, you look back with nostalgia."

– Stephen King, The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla

[ogenoger]

stop trying to hold on so tight,

i'm gone

[petaltexturedskies]

The silvery tears of April? Youth of May? Or June that breathes out life for butterflies?

John Keats, from Complete Poems; "To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned"

[ancient-hoe]

Art by Rebecca Marley

“Let it wash you over you like rain”

[rrr913]

لو تفيد المدامع كان اسيّل نهر

[funeral]

Elsa la rose (1966) dir. Agnès Varda

[petaltexturedskies]

No dreaming can compare with reality, for reality itself is a dream from which but a portion of mankind have yet waked and part of us is a not familiar peninsula

Emily Dickinson, The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson

[droplets-of-neptune]

"How often can the same sorrow shatter your heart?

As many times as you hold it dear."

Joseph Lorusso~Ann Magill~Joseph Catanzaro~Ann Magill

[lueur1]

‏«ظلامها أشرق من ضوء القمر.»

[victormalonso]

ULTRAMUNDOS | ph. víctor m. alonso

[rubypomegranates]

“But how was I to begin letting it go when anger was the force that gave me momentum? My anger was my power. It was what protected me. Without it, wouldn’t I be sad and naked?”

Stephanie Foo “What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma”

[phantomladyoverparis]

E (2018), dir. Anna Malina Zemlianski 

[adesireforhealing]

“The sigh is the pathway to breath; it allows breathing. That’s just self-preservation. No one fabricates that. You sit down, you sigh. You stand up, you sigh. The sighing is a worrying exhale of an ache.”

— from Citizen by Claudia Rankine