[stijlw]

Edwardsiella andrillae, an Antarctic species of sea anemone that lives upside-down, burrowing into the sea ice and projecting its tentacles into the frigid water below.

[pronosticointruso]

UNTITLED.

[luciferswife-066]

you are not safe here.

[hanavbara]

retro haikyuu!! 🧡🏐✨

[possible-streetwear]

[nemfrog]

Views of the sun from three planets. The Physical Sciences. Revised Edition. 1950. 

[shockpine]

[distantvoices]

Makeup by Pat McGrath at Maison Margiela Spring 2024 Couture

[psikonauti]

Kateryna Bilokur (Ukrainian,1900-1961)

Flowers, 1940

Oil on canvas

[storminateacup-97-deactivated20]

“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”

— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)

[howelljenkins]

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

[howelljenkins]

to love and be loved is to rest

[random-brushstrokes]

Quint Buchholz - The Cats Assembly (1995)

[poemswords]

“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via the-book-diaries)

[delusionalrobot]

from the introduction to emily wilsons translation of the iliad

[hamnet]

[id: text that reads 'You already know the story. You will die. Everyone you love will also die. You will lose them forever. You will be sad and angry. You will weep. You will bar- gain. You will make demands. You will beg. You will pray. It will make no differ- ence. Nothing you can do will bring them back. You know this. Your knowing changes nothing. This poem will make you understand this unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the very first time.' /end id]

[metamorphesque]

Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. 

Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. 

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”

[soracities]

It’s so hard to speak and say things that cannot be said. It’s so silent.

—Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva

[terminusantequem]

Alfonso Albacete (Spanish, b. 1950), NATURA DIECIOCHO (PUBLICO ATENTO), 2013. Acrylic on canvas, 150 x 150 cm

[vats9underscore9]

i had a revelation