REMEMBER IN THE MORNING

Patron saint of peaches and disposable cameras

[winternymphaea]

from 'a midsummer night's dream' by shakespeare

[lunarpoems]

Human with u

I love u

[jovialtorchlight-deactivated202]

[onetwofeb]

Mark Rothko on the "recipe of a work of art," lecture at the Pratt Institute, 1958:

There must be a clear preoccupation with death—intimations of mortality… Tragic art, romantic art, etc. deals with the knowledge of death.

Sensuality. Our basis of being concrete about the world. It is a lustful relationship to things that exist.

Tension. Either conflict or curbed desire.

Irony. This is a modern ingredient—the self effacement and examination by which a man for an instant can go on to something else.

Wit and Play..for the human element.

The ephemeral and chance…for the human element.

Hope. 10% to make the tragic concept more endurable.

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

[flopstat]

i think abt anne rice’s answer to “what are your work habits for a novel?” probably every single day

[flopstat]

[approachingperfection1984]

[jennifersbodiesbodiesbodies]

[kosmogrl]

everything is changing and maybe that’s okay

[kosmogrl]

as you get older you realise that anything that helps you stop feeling stuck is welcome even if it hurts at first

[lunarpoems]

I’m still here. I love you.

[nixscriptum]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— josé olivarez // natalie diaz

[weltenwellen]

Kai Cheng Thom, from "to a lost sister", Falling Back in Love with Being Human: Letters to Lost Souls

[kosmogrl]

[othellho]

Paul Tran, "Judith Slaying Holofernes: Oil on Canvas: Artemisia Gentileschi: 1620" from All the flowers kneeling.

[kosmogrl]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars