orbis non sufficit

[orbis-non-sufficit]

might pull a chris mccandless

[womensarts-blog]

Illustration from 'Comet in Moominland' (1946), the second in Tove Jansson's series of Moomin books ♀️

[expressions-of-nature]

Fontainebleau State Park, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich

[feral-ballad]

Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess”

[Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]

[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

Virginia Woolf photographed by Gisèle Freund, 1939 / portrait of Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell, 1934

[archaeoart]

Ruins of mausoleum in Tus, Iran, circa 1900′s. 

[jnjo]

Welder Wings

[shisasan]

Ph. Shae DeTar

[aridante]

Aeschylus (trans. Anne Carson), from An Oresteia; “Agamemnon”

[vintagevintagevintage-deactivat]

Robert Mapplethorpe and Patti Smith

[etherea1ity]

Monet's Garden, Giverny, France ( via )

[vaninnavaninni]

Eva Palmer-Sikelianos,1907

[bizarreauhavre]

Grégory Chiha - Hot head 

[nervoservo]

Wynn Bullock (1902-1975) - Sunset, Big Sur, 1957

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: A question: do I love laziness more than I love the feeling of accomplishing that work (writing, learning German, French, studying)? It seems that way. I take the path of least resistance and curl up with a book. Everyone else seems to be doing valuable work: social work, cancer research, teaching, degree getting, mothering. What can I do?]

[metamorphesque]

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[text ID: I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.]

[maertyrer]

Albrecht Dürer St. Eustace

Engraving, 35.3 x 25.9 cm, c. 1501