we only have what we remember

but you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, cause it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

[orpheuslament]

Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: As you lay dying, I asked, What is your biggest regret? / Every kindness withheld, you said. / Every flicker of pleasure denied, you said. / Look, you said, sunlight. ]

[flmblr]

Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) 

[galeriechristianehrentraut]

Ruprecht von Kaufmann - Im Garten (Detail). Courtesy Galerie Christian Ehrentraut

[titsay]

they are on a date

[localbookshop]

Jean-Paul Sartre, The Selected Essays

[cansu-m]

[lewerta]

Everything about this feels peaceful.

Photograph by Hyun Joo

[ancientsstudies]

You're so golden.

[primulaceas]

Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem

[resqectable]

“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”

— Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance

[fawnvelveteen]

1938

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I love you because you made me want to love you more than I love my privacy my freedom my commitments and responsibilities. I love you because I changed my life to love you because you saw me one friday afternoon and decided that I would love you I love you I love you I love you.”

— Nikki Giovanni, from Resignation

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[huariqueje]

The Pyramid  -    Ángel Mateo Charris  

Spanish,b.1962

oil on canvas, 33 × 41 cm

[detailedart]

Details, part I; Claude Paradin: Devises Héroïques, 1551.

[huariqueje]

[thunderstruck9]

Alex Katz (American, b. 1927), Unfamiliar, 2001. Screenprint in colors on 320gsm Hahnemühle paper, 30 x 44 in. (76.2 x 111.76 cm.)

via huariqueje

[heteroglossia]

“My brother used to ask the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless but it is right; for all is like the ocean, all things flow and touch each other; a disturbance in one place is felt at the other end of the world.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov