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Maybe it’s better to have the terrible times first. I don’t know. Maybe then, you can have, if you live, a better life, a real life, because you had to fight so hard to get it away⸺you know?⸺from the mad dog who held it in his teeth. But then your life has all those tooth marks, too, all those tatters and all that blood.

James Baldwin This morning, this evening, so soon

northwindow

Terrance Hayes, from So to Speak

firstfullmoon

you can listen to him read the poem here

lucidloving

Richard Siken, "The Torn-up Road" // Lora Mathis, "If There's A Way Out I'll Take It"

dappermouth

Strange roadside buildings where you shouldn’t ever go.

huariqueje

Dusk - Fabiola Gironi , 2022.

Italian , b. 1980s -

Oil on panel , 80 x 60 cm.

geryone

Rifqa, Mohammed El-Kurd

bilbao-song

Grand Canyon souvenir photo book, 1969.

luthienne

Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

artthatremindsmeofhannibalnbc

William Mackinnon, The great indoors ii/ summer in mullimbimby, 2015 Acrylic, oil and enamel on linen

llovelymoonn

my favourite faye wei wei paintings

little blue bird from the pillow flew (2020) \\ first i must clean the keys of the piano with milk (2022) \\ the black bells of a distant new mexico (2023) \\ an echo trapped forever (2023) \\ sweet velvet flower there is no time/ I ask to go back I wish you were mine (2021) \\ two butterfly lovers (2021) \\ untitled (2022) \\ nectar for honey (2021) \\ red i (2022) \\ fountain lies the sun (2017)

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annastrophe

faun, 1920. paul thevenaz, swiss artist. for pride month.

firstfullmoon

Tawanda Mulalu, “All We Got Was Autumn. All We Got Was Winter.” in Please Make Me Pretty, I Don’t Want to Die

orpheuslament

Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani

swedishlandscapes

The pale december sun illuminating the landscape on this very cold day.

fairycosmos

it's like i am literally never going to own a house or find authentic love or escape the clutches of late stage capitalism so really what am i living for