Fucked the church up by drinkin at the communion

[yohjimuse]

Stephanie Pui-Mun Law

[crushing-on-nico-di-angelo]

2023

invitation, mary oliver // the unabridged journals, sylvia plath // happy xmas, john lennon // north country, mary oliver // i am running into a new year, lucille clifton // salt, nayyirah waheed // diaries of franz kafka // bird by bird, anne lamott // sunrise, louise glück

[lyri-c]

yes 2023 <3

will put myself in warm clothes, always, and ask myself every single moment - can i be softer? can i be kinder? can i be more present in my body? can i be in love this very moment? - and i will try my best to be

[pleoros]

Andy Goldsworthy - Hawthorn Tree Shake, Penpont, Dumfriesshire, February 2008

[mockingjay-sings]

THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) dir. Gary Ross

[huariqueje]

Ligth and shadow in the library  -   Bea Sarrias

Catalan, b. 1978  -

Acrylic on canvas , 62 × 100 cm.

[judith-orshalimian]

Alessandro de Benedetti Fall 2006 Details!

[arabellesicardi]

beauty/beauty by rebecca perry 

[mila2010]

Scott Prior:  Dogs Playing in the Park after the Snowstorm

[lifeinpoetry]

— Maya C. Popa, from "Duress," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

[redlipstickresurrected]

Daniel Vázquez aka American Ghoul (American, based San Francisco Bay Area, CA, USA) - Wicked Witch of the West Coast, Photography

[zegalba]

long exposure picture of a plane taking off

[northwindow]

Jayme Ringleb, from “A Little Learning”

[yesterdaysprint]

St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, June 7, 1908 

[dailyflicks]

MIDSOMMAR (2019) dir. Ari Aster

[metamorphesque]

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things: A Novel

[typodescript]

[text: If you're happy in a dream, does that count?]

[urgetocreate]

Scott Prior (American b. 1949), Fairgrounds At Twilight, 2011, Oil on panel

[luthienne]

Maya Angelou, from Letter to My Daughter

[Text ID: I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias. We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.]