[covvboytears]

A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde

[yellow-cat]

abandon shame. theres more interesting emotions to be felt

[thunderstruck9]

Victoria Crowe (British, 1945), Lily Illuminated, c.2022. Oil on board, 101.5 x 81 cm.

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

Feeling Witchy

[kafk-a]

https://emergencemagazine.org/essay/navigating-the-mysteries/

[sahlesummerhill]

[hairtusk]

Easter morning on the Isle of Islay, Scotland (via)

[greatmolassesflood]

i can't be the only one who's just straight-up ... bored with women hating themselves. my mom keeps lamenting to me how upset she is about her gray hair. my friend stares at her laugh lines every day in agony. my sister loses sleep over the horrible unbearable thought of looking fat. and every time these women i love open up to me, i can't help but think ... then stop staring at yourself? stop drowning yourself, narcissus, and just fucking live your life instead of sitting in front of a mirror obeying cosmetic corporations' lies. just stop it. this is getting ridiculous. you're too smart to be falling for this bullshit. "oh no but these men who hate women told me that if i'm ugly i'm worthless!" girl if you actually believe that then good luck. but i am getting worse at being supportive of people whose nonsense worldviews keep them trapped in pain. stop looking at yourself start fucking living i am pleading you deserve to be happy and it is stupid that you disagree

[worldsandemanations]

a view of the pearl cove by kevin sloan, 2020

[sunsetofdoom]

“We got real furniture. I mean, it was Salvation Army, but it was real. Our names were printed inside a heart on the dishtowel that hung on the refrigerator door handle. We got it made at Crystal Beach. It was a brave thing to do. But later we spilled loganberry juice on it, so we used it for dishes because we couldn’t bring ourselves to throw it out. And there were marigolds in amber glasses on the windowsill, daisies in a green cut-glass vase on the kitchen table, fresh mint and basil growing in a flower box on the porch. It was a home. I grew up in leaps and bounds. I learned to reduce the anxieties of life by paying bills on time, keeping receipts and promises, doing laundry before I ran out of underwear, picking up after myself. Most importantly, I learned to say I’m sorry. This relationship was too vital to let dust accumulate in its corners.”

— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[beifongkendo]

Venice, Grand Canal, by Yoshijiro Urushibara (ca. 1920)

[probablyasocialecologist]

“If it is a human thing to do to put something you want, because it’s useful, edible, or beautiful, into a bag, or a basket, or a bit of rolled bark or leaf, or a net woven of your own hair, or what have you, and then take it home with you, home being another, larger kind of pouch or bag, a container for people, and then later on you take it out and eat it or share it or store it up for winter in a solider container or put it in the medicine bundle or the shrine or the museum, the holy place, the area that contains what is sacred, and then next day you probably do much the same again–if to do that is human, if that’s what it takes, then I am a human being after all. Fully, freely, gladly, for the first time.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction

[bakwaaas]

I do feel like this whole self improvement culture thing can go too far where people are never happy with who they are and where they are because they’re constantly trying to be better or do better and they’re always waiting for some sort of glow up or achievement or therapy realisation that will make them feel complete but that isn’t real and life is actually in the every day

[random-brushstrokes]

James Torrance (Scottish, 1859–1916) - Honesty

[100493503004422]

girl what's wrong? are you experiencing the sylvia plath fig tree in your head again?

[100493503004422]

[connorphilpphotography]

Everything was green, somewhere at the side of the road on the Isle of Skye