An Arrangement of Ideas

Random Thoughts

[bleusunday]

[redrola]

[loversinarush]

"i think i dreamed you..."

[adrasteiax]

“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, from Letters To Milena

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka // “Repulsive Love” on Redbubble // Miranda July, The First Bad Man

[bedroomhomeandroomdecorideas]

[soracities]

“In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”

— Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nouva (via divine-despair)

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, from “Persons”, Selected Poems

[quotemadness]

“But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy.”

— Warsan Shire

[edoardojazzy-deactivated2025012]

Italia. Calabria. 1964.

Happy women’s day

@Bruno Barbey

[vostok1]

[wildoute]

Mies van der Rohe. Envisioning Architecture (MoMA, New York, 2002) 1928: 71. 

[quoms]

The thing about Those White People Baby Names is the way they so poetically express the tension between individuality and rigid conformity. These parents all want to name their child something unique, because they value the concept of uniqueness, yet simultaneously they abhor it in practice… ergo, 30 different spelling variations on the most normative possible names. This homogeneity-masquerading-as-diversity is inseparable from capitalist consumer culture and in fact is directly analogous to the experience of walking into a grocery store and being asked to “choose” between 50 varieties of toothpaste with the same exact ingredients, 12 brands of laundry detergent, etc.

[itd-be-gay-if-you-didnt]

Somebody’s third eye is WIDE the fuck open??!!!!!!!

[woolfdyke-deactivated20201127]

me, an ignorant fool, relaxing: i feel very relaxed right now

this post:

[soracities]

“Who will be lost in the story we tell ourselves? Who will be lost in ourselves? A story, after all, is a kind of swallowing. To open a mouth, in speech, is to leave only the bones, which remain untold.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

[luthienne]

“I want to talk to you about the soul & the question of when we become irrefutably ourselves,”

— Kathleen Graber, from The Eternal City: Poems; “Florum Principi”

[equatorjournal]

Sea Urchin, from “Surfing Essentials” https://www.instagram.com/p/B17BJ1kgzzA/?igshid=18dv4zu9ubkmq

[dreamhouse1-blog]

[unavidamoderna]

[wildoute]

Vista interior, Mercado Municipal de San Juan de los Lagos, Luis Moreno esq. Vicente Guerrero, Centro, San Juan de los Lagos, Jalisco, México 1968 

Arq. Salvador de Alba Martín

Interior view, Municipal Market of San Juan de los Lagos, Centro, San Juan de los Lagos, Jalisco, Mexico 1968