the one who seeks

ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

[oatymilks]

shannon elle

[presentlydean]

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “He shifts from east to west”, Power Politics

[wolfcomix]

Jelly cycle, gamblin ink on kitakata paper, hand pressed

[russiawave]

[ninyard]

exy twitter (neil josten: pr nightmare au)

[unaliveish]

gracie faith

[museiums]

artist: chloé joyce

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Summer Morning”, Red Bird

[lonelycity]

jin

[sloanslone]

OKAY, fine. Here's my Telemachus design...

This is what he'd look like with brown hair:

Also, my followers for the past few weeks:

"WIFE HIM UPPPP"

:p

[brushstroking]

dávid porgran

[museiums]

artist: margaret jeane

[simena]

Albert Kollmann

[itsglowoclock]

[simena]

Helmer Osslund

[museiums]

artist: mafalda