as you are

allie 🦋 queer gal (she/her) living on stolen coast salish territories. ✨ig: yrpalal✨

[lovemanythings]

wings of the morning by edward robert hughes

unknown date; watercolor with gum arabic heightened with touches of body color and gold, on paper

[forestgreenlesbian]

alessandro teoldi

[ebaybumpstock]

all is forgiven btw

[wkwz]

The Worst Person in the World (2021) dir. Joachim Trier

[mandy-lane]

Killing Eve Season 4 “Ride” Teaser Promo

[soracities]

“I don’t know if I believe in rage as something always acting in opposition to tenderness. I believe, more often, in the two as braided together. Two elements of trying to survive in a world once you have an understanding of that world’s capacity for violence.”

— Hanif Abdurraqib, from “Board Up the Doors, Tear Down the Walls,” in A Little Devil in America (via firstfullmoon)

[teathattast]

[tunashei]

I love desire paths. There's something so wonderous about seeing an echo of humanity. Depending on it's location, a desire path can mean so many different things.

In a city, like the pic above, they represent rebellion, and efficiency. The messiness of humanity. We like to imagine we're oh so logical and neat so we design our cities to be logical and neat an then real humans literally trample on that idea. The ego required to think you can design something perfect that checks every box. Life is all about compromise and patching stuff when some new problem arises. Though people have certainly tried! Ohio state univeristy let students carve their desire paths, and then paved them over. It looks pretty artsy.

Some people will try to discourage desire paths, but this is almost always going to fail.

Eventually, people just have to accept them. Humans are too dang stubborn.

Certain desire paths are just adorable. A 0.5 second time saver. You just can't design for maximum efficiency, humans will always find shortcuts!

Though on occasion a desire path can actually be the least efficient way...especially if you're superstitious.

In a wilder area, such as below, they show us the curiosity of humans. A desire path somewhere natural often tells you there's something interesting just ahead. (Though remember some ecosystems are fragile and will suffer if trampled! Stick to paths in these sorts of areas)

And how about desire stairs? I always think these look so cool. We get see humans determination to climb, to traverse every kind of terrain.

And for something really crazy...a desire path used for centuries will create a 'holloway'

All of these pics are off the Desirepath subreddit, check them out for more examples! And many thanks to the users who submitted these photos.

[imouttttttttttttttttt-deactivat]

ashleyhosmer

[matchagirl]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CV0tGDkPRbA/?utm_medium=copy_link

[stavroginas]

Kim Addonizio, Lucifer at the Starlite; "You with the Crack Running Through You"

[tsnbrainrot]

Vincent & Theo Van Gogh 

Hannah Gadsby in Nanette (2018) // At Eternity’s Gate dir. Julian Schnabel (2018) // Loving Vincent dir. Dorota Kobiela & Hugh Welchman (2017) // Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to Theo Van Gogh (1880) // Almond Blossoms by Vincent Van Gogh (1890); painted as a gift for the birth of his brother Theo’s son named after him

[soracities]

“It is not immediately obvious which of Zadkine’s figures is Vincent and which is Theo. Like all who relieve the suffering of others, Theo—in a process that is the exact opposite of a blood transfusion—has taken some of Vincent’s pain into himself. Soon, however, it becomes obvious that while the sky weighs heavily on both figures, one, Vincent, feels gravity as a force so terrible it can drag men beneath the earth. From this moment on you are held by the pathos and beauty of what Zadkine depicts: despair that is inconsolable, comfort that is endless. One figure says, “I can never feel better,” the other, “I will hold you until you are better.”

Geoff Dyer on Ossip Zadkine’s sculpture of Vincent and Theo Van Gogh (from “Blues for Vincent”, Otherwise Known as the Human Condition)

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[luthienne]

“There are differing opinions about how kissing became criminal. / Who hasn’t drunk, hasn’t begged at the well of a lover’s mouth? / Love has never been different from thirst, / but now everything is diffferent. All the cups / are filled with dirt—even our mouths.”

— Natalie Diaz, from Postcolonial Love Poem; “exhibits from The American Water Museum”

[serratedpens]

Hands in Denis Sarazhin’s art

[weltenwellen]

Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score

[melkamay]

thinking about monstrosities and tenderness

[lifeinpoetry]

Do we write in trauma, or out of it? I mean how do we write ourselves out of trauma?

— Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, from The Freezer Door (via lifeinpoetry)