THE MODERN DAY RENAISSANCE

"These hands are Yours. Teach them to serve as You please."

[dogray]

northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

[weltenwellen]

Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

[bakwaaas]

anyone else the loneliest girl in the world

[ruhlare]

i wish you a comforting love, a love that prevents you from drowning in pain.

[thingsworthsaving]

The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.

-James Baldwin

[singingmountains]

i’m gonna set the table for joy even though it’s not yet what i’m tasting.

— kj ramsey

[hjarta-deactivated20260124]

thinking about when sufjan said "i know relationships can be very difficult sometimes, but it’s always worth it to put in the hard work and care for the ones you love, especially the beautiful ones, who are few and far between. if you happen to find that kind of love, hold it close, hold it tight, savor it, tend to it, and give it everything you’ve got, especially in times of trouble. be kind, be strong, be patient, be forgiving, be vigorous, be wise, and be yourself"

[metastasise]

Took a nap curled up on the couch and woke when my puppy dog roommate unprompted jumped up to lay down and sleep in the small curved space between my hips and my feet with his head resting on my side. But waking up and still laying down, I was in pain in my heart or chest, something about love definitely not being there or being afraid of love not being there, and the feeling still lingers and I don’t understand what it is and told God, if you’re trying to tell me something help because I am so dumb and I don’t understand. Anyway, soft and hard moments.

[thoughtcascades]

You don't have to check Spotify you're the most played this year

[soracities]

love returns like a boomerang !! do you hear a boomerang!!!!!

from "Roland Barthes: Love as Language", The Artifice [iD in ALT]

[luthienne]

Hope locates itself in the premises that we don't know what will happen and that in the spaciousness of uncertainty is room to act. When you recognize uncertainty, you recognize that you may be able to influence the outcomes—you alone or you in concert with a few dozen or several million others. Hope is an embrace of the unknown and the unknowable, an alternative to the certainty of both optimists and pessimists. Optimists think it will be fine without our involvement; pessimists take the opposite position; both excuse themselves from acting. It's the belief that what we do matters even though how and when it may matter, who and what it may impact, are not things we can know beforehand.

Rebecca Solnit, from Hope in the Dark

[stlowens]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]

[weltenwellen]

June Jordan, from "Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.", Directed by Desire: The Complete Poems of June Jordan

[gnossienne]

Frieda Fromm-Reichmann (1990)

[luthienne]

Robert Edwards, from “Stand” (in memory of Rachel Corrie)

[Text ID: Who can stand to witness broken people sob / among the rubble and do nothing? Whose fight / is this not?]

[classycookiexo]

[slowtides]

Much of what happens to us in life is nameless because our vocabulary is too poor. Most stories get told out loud because the storyteller hopes that the telling of the story can transform a nameless event into a familiar or intimate one. We tend to associate intimacy with closeness and closeness with a certain sum of shared experiences. Yet in reality total strangers, who will never say a single word to each other, can share an intimacy — an intimacy contained in the exchange of a glance, a nod of the head, a smile, a shrug of a shoulder. A closeness that lasts for minutes or for the duration of a song that is being listened to together. An agreement about life. An agreement without clauses. A conclusion spontaneously shared between the untold stories gathered around the song.

John Berger, "Some Notes on Song (for Yasmine Hamdan)"