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25. somewhere between paris and hell

[1-jar-of-stars]

Cain and Abel

joseph telushkin // Cain and Abel, Orazio Riminaldi // Silvina Ocampo tr. by Jason Weiss, Inscriptions Cain Read in Abel’s Eyes // unknown // Famous Blue Raincoat, Leonard Cohen

[ortut]

Alva Gallagher - Lucent Pearl (bronze & solid crystal)

[sitting-on-me-bum]

A puma rests on a rock where mountains meet the sea in the Chilean Patagonia. 2022.

(Photo: Nicolas Lagos /Panthera Nicolas Lagos)

[vampiresdark]

https://pin.it/6RwdqckJ5

[gothish]

Ungeborgenheit by Tatjana Verginella

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Christian Dior - Spring 1998 Couture

[rowanisawriter]

i feel a soul deep connection to him

[velvetcloak]

krikor jabotian

[leonardcohenofficial]

[fawnaura]

Call your spirit back. It may be caught in corners and creases of shame, judgment, and human abuse. You must call in a way that your spirit will want to return. Speak to it as you would to a beloved child. Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It may return in pieces, in tatters. Gather them together. They will be happy to be found after being lost for so long. Your spirit will need to sleep awhile after it is bathed and given clean clothes. Now you can have a party. Invite everyone you know who loves and supports you. Keep room for those who have no place else to go. Make a giveaway, and remember, keep the speeches short. Then, you must do this: help the next person find their way through the dark.

Joy Harjo, from Weaving Sundown in a Scarlet Light, "For Calling The Spirit Back From Wandering The Earth in its Human Feet"

[venusimleder]

Vogue Paris, March 1991.

Ph. Karel Fonteyne

[pierppasolini]

Thermae Romae (2012) // dir. Hideki Takeuchi

[downinyonforest]

from Simone Weil’s Pre-War Notebook

[bunnypets]

Wings sourced from beekeepers dealing with the loss of their hives due to extreme weather, the pieces are made to memorialize the bees.

"A veil lifts between two worlds: light and dark; life and death; individual and union. It is worn in ceremony of transition. It is a fabric of both grief and celebration, made up of a community, a hive." by lucijockel

[xanaxfarts]

Wild horses crossing a river in Iran. photog: Eydi Heydari

[two-bees-poetry]

[heavenslittlemachine-deactivate]

tumblr's fundamental purpose is to facilitate the sharing of saint sebastian art between women with beautiful and ornate mind palaces. everything else is downstream from this