[paininmyhead]

🧍‍♀️🤸‍♀️🧍‍♀️🤸‍♀️

[obsessedbyneon]

Ad for bathroom tileworks, 1989

Scan

[vintagehomecollection]

100 Designers' Favorite Rooms, 1994

[dappledwithshadow]

Richard Lippold The Sun 1953-1956 Gold wire

[jareckiworld]

Richard Lippold (1915-2002) — Variation Number 7 "Full Moon" [brass rods, nickel-chromium and stainless steel wire, 1950]

[random-brushstrokes]

Janus la Cour - A glade in the forest in springtime (1860)

[undetaqted]

as the ocean

"You went outside," Caitlyn says. "How was it?" How was it? How was the earth beneath her feet, the sky stretching out above her as far as she can see, the birds already out and about? The grass soft and wet, the flowers asleep but fragrant? The early morning sun still hidden behind the trees, a stray ray peeking out from between the leaves? "Nice," Vi says. "It's cool out." Caitlyn's eye lingers on her today as it always does. She steps closer, the face towel tossed aside. For a moment Vi thinks Caitlyn might kiss her, but a thumb darts out instead to the corner of her mouth, brushing away a stray crumb she must have missed.

G, ~5k. post-canon caitvi. https://archiveofourown.org/works/87490696

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, tr. by Samuel Hazo, from “Elegy for the Time at Hand”, The Pages of Day and Night

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Bound (Lana Wachowski & Lilly Wachowski, 1996)

[anasabdin]

Conditions Apply [ 10 colors ]

[anasabdin]

Ephemeral [ 7 colors ]

[notkahel]

[paininmyhead]

The afternoon is wide, peach-ripe – rain incoming as always and the windows greased with mist, the city grown porous and slack around itself.

Julia Armfield, "Private rites"

[paininmyhead]

The afternoon was strange-coloured, inconsistent, the way the sky goes dark before a thunderstorm but the grass is still lit up and you can't figure out where the light is coming from.

Julia Armfield, "Our wives under the sea"

[paininmyhead]

it's them!

[filmexcerpts]

Suspiria (2018) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[miamaimania]

Love letter from 1913 that opens up to form a miniature art gallery — handwritten correspondence and tiny framed paintings on folded paper