[i5land]

june 21, 2015

[petaltexturedskies]

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[324732]

henry miller

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin vol. I: 1931-1934

[roseredfingers]

Leon Berkowitz Big Bend No. II (Double Violet) Oil on canvas, circa 1976

[ablogofnature]

https://instagram.com/p/BhWfZLtHMdV/

[undinesea]

The light enters and I remember who I am;

Jorge Luis Borges, "The Watcher," from Selected Poems

[324732]

[laylilayla]

Sometimes it has seemed to me that life is a series of punishments for such moments of unawareness, that one forges one's own destiny by what one doesn't notice or feel compassion for; that what you don't know and don't make the effort to understand will become the very thing you are forced into knowledge of.

— Rachel Cusk

[soracities]

“بغز”

— Boghz, Farsi. Untranslatable word that describes the physical building of sorrow and pain in the throat or chest before crying.

[davidhudson]

A Movie (1958), directed by Bruce Conner (November 18, 1933 – July 7, 2008).

[laylilayla]

[cithaerons]

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

[koenji]

Children strolling through Wildflowers. Likely Northern Kurdistan. Late 2000s to early 2010s.

[largerloves]

C.S.Lewis

[xiaomianaooo]

A Moon or a Button by Ruth Krauss and Remy Charlip, 1959

[bookofkhidr]

“Beauty attached to God is sacrament, cut off from God it becomes an idol.”

— Frithjof Schuon