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[prettyshiitty]

a fossilized keyboard in norwich city centre

[roomhole]

60,000

2 bedroom 2 bathroom

6,000 square ft

McKeesport, Pennsylvania

[passioflos]

Yorgos Yatromanolakis, The splitting of the chrysalis and the slow unfolding of the wings.

[redlipstickresurrected]

Terra Keck aka Her Lovely Face (American, b. 1991, based Brooklyn, NY, USA) - Greetings, 2024, Eraser Drawing

[lifeinpoetry]

“We love the wolf. We love the love of the wolf. We love the fear of the wolf. We’re afraid of the wolf: there is love in our fear. Fear is in love with the wolf. Fear loves. Or rather: we are afraid of the person we love. Love terrorizes us. Or else the person we love we call our wolf or our tiger, or our lamb in the manger. We are full of trembling and ready to wolf down.”

— — Hélène Cixous, from “Love of the Wolf,” Stigmata: Escaping Texts

[ladofletters]

“This Man Was Shot 0.9502 Seconds Ago,” David Lynch

Hi-res stills taken from David Lynch: The Art Life (2016), dir. Jon Nguyen, Rick Barnes, Olivia Neergaard-Holm

[killyridols]

best boi by pauline mauruschat, 2024, signed giclée print on 210 gsm matte paper, 39 x 45 centimeters

[bobbole]

Yevgeny Charushin, Snow Leopard

[rarepuppysinger]

Party Animal House from the Heidelberg Project in Detroit, Tyree Guyton, 1986

[iloveabortions]

Nintendo: Game Boy Advance SP in Tribal (2005)

[zegalba]

Mikako Ichikawa wearing Kostas Murkudis for Purple Magazine (1999)

[janasojka]

moments written in light: water, paper, uncertainty - is a journey through cyanotype landscapes, where words and images merge into fragile, blue moments.

[inlovewiththemooon]

Gentle

[fragrantblossoms]

Irene E. Jerome, Common Harebell, Wildflowers--Colorado,(1893-1900).

[janasojka]

dusk.

[existential-celestial]

“You notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warming—in fact not at all a warming—yet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the colour blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades, approximates finally the blue of the glass on a clear day at Chartres, or that of the Cerenkov radiation thrown off by the fuel rods in the pools of nuclear reactors. The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes— the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows.”

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights

[thebeautifulbook]

LOVE IS ENOUGH, or THE FREEING OF PHARAMOND by William Morris (1873) Art binding by Sangorski & Sutcliffe.