choose life

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[nemfrog]

Forward somersault. Swimming scientifically taught. 1912. 

[y0ungd0ve]

Nobuyoshi Araki Flowers 1985/2008

[petaltexturedskies]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

[abandonedography]

Tornado touches down behind this abandoned homestead on the Colorado Palmer Divide on June 4, 2015; Eric Hurst

[rrondo]

[weepingwidar]

Luis Xertu (Mexican, 1985) - Tree with Cats (2024)

[nemfrog]

Spiral shell. Vernügen der Augen und des Gemüths. 1790.

Internet Archive

[coreycavagnolo]

[cyberxbattalion]

[liviafalcaru]

quick sketch of flying birds

[andyswarhol]

[coisasequimeras]

Edward Burne-Jones (1833–1898), coloured drawing from ‘Letters to Katie, 1883–1889’

[simena]

Butterflies - Britta Teckentrup

[silk-fleur]

“‘Do you fall in love often?’ Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries 

[jfpetersphoto-deactivated202501]

San Juan, PR 2017

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters to Sartre; September 8th, 1939

Text ID: I'm with you, I feel your presence in every one of my thoughts—we really are one person,

[feral-ballad]

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”