Three Goblin Art
noise dept.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

JVL
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Today's Document
RMH

Kaledo Art

shark vs the universe
One Nice Bug Per Day

oozey mess

titsay
Monterey Bay Aquarium

izzy's playlists!

Product Placement
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
taylor price
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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@moinksy
regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.
Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
— Joe Moran, “Why you should read this article slowly” in The Guardian
Know that you can start late, look different, be uncertain and still succeed.
Misty Copeland
“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”
Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years
requiem, jill osier.
Absolutely insane lines to just drop in the middle of an academic text btw. Feeling so normal about this.
[ A Critical History of English Literature, Vol. 1, Prof. David Daiches, first published in 1960 ]
By Jason Ting
pomegranates in still life (details)
June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”
[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]
La Nuit by Auguste Raynaud, 1887
Fucking. Wow im gonna die
Heather Havrilesky
Girl dancers in nature, postcard circa 1920
“This is also the message of classic horror: if the monster learns appropriate restraint, it becomes an angel.”
— Kirk J. Schneider, Horror and the Holy: Wisdom-Teachings of the Monster Tale
Donald Duclow, The Hungers of Hadewijch and Eckhart
— Paul Guest, from “1987.”