[mob100]

this picture is like a poetry to me

[tgatbc]

[elbiotipo]

"warm, shallow seas" is one of the most beautiful phrases in paleontology and it's everywhere... these mollusks lived in warm, shallow seas... scientists think that photosynthetic life evolved in warm, shallow seas... in that era the Earth was covered by warm, shallow seas...

I wish I was resting by an antediluvian warm, shallow sea

[artemisiasea]

what is new orleans like? I'd love to visit it's a dream destination

Deeply magical. Haunted. Sultry. Vibrant. Dynamic. Loud. Chaotic. Filthy. Humid. Lush. Dangerous. Expressive. Drunk. Fertile. Dark. Swampy. Spicy. Hidden. Sexual. Resilient. Sharp. Deranged. Agonizing. Deep. Slow. Relaxed. Musical. Insane. Falling apart. Lawless. Communal. Delicious. I could go on and on.

It’s hard to try to explain the complexity of what New Orleans is in words because the culture and history is so rich and diverse. It’s a city of music and soul and parade and celebration and turning pain into art and art into pain. People come here and go to Canal and Bourbon and Frenchman and those are good entry points but the culture and lore and history of the city and the swamp is much deeper. I have so many stories that would do the city more justice than trying to describe it….You kind of just have to come and experience it for yourself.

[enflurane]

Lately instead of picking up my phone for the 3-8mins I might have in between I have been reading poems and rereading poems and (re)discovering the joy of preserving a poem in your memory. It is completely different to read a poem and mull it over for a bit than to have it live in your head to mull over it at any time, to mull over any line at any time, to see what you remember and what you forget, what you remember wrong and why... it really feels like the words live and grow inside my head. Gives me so much understanding of how people "used to live" as in learning things by heart. To have a little library in your head to return to is so different than using external memory tools. One day I read a poem in which there was a horse that really settled down in my heart (its coat shining earth in the moonlight/ (half-earth itself, half-wind)) and reading my daughter a children's book there was a horse and I had a deja vu of -- oh, where did I meet this horse who really touched my heart? only to realise it was in the poem. Words, at their best, can contain physical touch...

[dsunearthed]

Himekawa Onsen, 2010

[the-big-mood]

At Toba aquarium in Japan, after closing time, some clever little otter pups help their grandpa tidy up their toys. As a reward, he gives them ice cubes

[chryza]

literally in tears at this video....such good helpers......

[mob100]

man cant believe im saying this but i miss dark nights

[boycritter]

the annoying thing about weightlifting is that you have to lift weights that are a little too heavy for you if you want to get stronger. and you have to push yourself outside of your comfort zone in order to keep building muscle. fucked up.

[boycritter]

thank god this same principle doesnt apply to any other skill you want to improve at! that would really suck.

[mob100]

скоро приедет ко мне...

[patronsaintofweepingmothers]

"living-room seen from the balcony" (2005), stephanie booth

[perriaeyjeve]

[peelingmandarins]

i ask you, who is doing it like him…

[apocryphics]

Steiner

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

[fragarach21]

Glastonbury Tor, Glastonbury (England).

[suispiria]

lately I’ve been Overcome With Emotion