Touch me and see what happens. Engraved kitchen knives, 2022. instagram
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@littlesoliloquies
Touch me and see what happens. Engraved kitchen knives, 2022. instagram
having trauma feels so cringe sometimes like ohhhh look at me look at me my mom was mean when I was little and it's going to continue to affect me and all my relationships for the rest of my life. I'm gonna be sick
yes i love idle chatter about weather and food and routines and likes and dislikes and small things and idle chatter that opens up and allows for the sharing of bigger things and heart felt things and then goes back to small things and what are you doing tomorrow and this has been nice talk soon. communication doesn’t always have to be a deep thing sometimes it’s just nice to hear a voice and respond to it :-)
Pedro Salinas, tr. by Ruth Katz Crispin, from Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas; “The voice I owe to you”
Full moon at the Temple of Poseidon in Sounio, Greece
Louise Glück, from “Nocturne.”
You know what sounds really sexy? Me disappearing never to be seen again
William John Hennessy - The three beauties by moonlight
Hyogo, Japan
Villa Majorelle, Nancy, France | rolleitof
“Follow the Leader”
5″x7″, watercolor/multimedia, 2016
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
[text ID: I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."]
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
Oleg Vassiliev (Russian, 1931-2013), A Road, 1988. Oil on canvas, 80 x 90 cm.
In every wood in every spring there is a different green.