[sporadiccupcakeengineer-deactiv]

Met this lady on a hike recently, and she reminded me autumn is close

[automakta]

[marypickfords]

Sinthia: The Devil’s Doll (Ray Dennis Steckler, 1970)

[feral-ballad]

Pedro Salinas, tr. by Ruth Katz Crispin, from Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas; “The voice I owe to you”

[Text ID: “Only you can bring me / to you. That’s why I wait for you.”]

[tomasorban]

07-13 / 

I combined the found blurry portrait photo and a landscape painting from 19th century (which i turned to bw) here . 

[wickedsantera]

[santisimasblog]

[soviet]

[derangedrhythms]

...a dark destiny has draped a veil of clouds over my life, which perhaps I may only rip through in death.

E. T. A. Hoffmann, Tales of the German Imagination; from 'The Sandman', tr. Peter Wortsman

[slutdge]

Eyehategod, 1993 [📷: Chris Larson]

[forages]

Arno Arno

[obscurityreigns-deactivated2023]

“I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via theclassicsreader)

[dappledwithshadow]

A Summer’s Day on the Lake Henri Biva (French, 1848-1929) Date unknown Private collection Painting - oil on canvas

[obscurityreigns-deactivated2023]

“I grow into my death. My life is small and getting smaller. The world is green. Nothing is all.”

— Mark Strand, from My Life  (via poeticsofdeath)

[bizarrism-deactivated20210929]

[sowhatifiliveinkyushu]

Butthole Surfers (1987) by Rick McGinnis

[rizz2k]

New York City L.E.S