[shirtsthatgohard]

[huariqueje]

The Loperhet pine -   Erik Desmazières , 2011-13.

French, b. 1948 -

Etching

[huariqueje]

The Corridor - Chiara Gaggiotti , 2021.

italian , b. 1980s

Oil on wood , 65 x 54 cm.

[marshswamp]

canyonlands

[suffer-rosa]

[coolpixdump]

[petaltexturedskies]

On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November—a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold blue sky was half hidden by clouds—dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain—

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[boyracer-heaven]

[kansassire]

Orlando, 1992, Sally Potter

[heavensghost]

Words from sun bleached flies by Ethel cain

[anxeious]

[sweatermuppet]

sometimes i feel so unlike myself for so long it feels like there isn't a self to return to

[mothercain]

days go by, time on without me

[natures0mortes]

sincerely quiet in transfer

[taxidermychrist-deactivated2025]

most creative genius comes from being high and getting scared

[stuckinapril]

We will not be girlrotting in April. We will be girlblooming girlburgeoning girlflourishing

[stuckinapril]

”I will be withering away in bed” no. You will be out there under the spring sun. With the grass between your toes

[c0unterclockwise]

i hope i am not only a friend to y'all, but also that thing you mistake your clothes pile for in the middle of the night