[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— octobersfilm on substack (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[remanence-of-love]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[gnossienne]

Emily Dickinson, “Poem 670”

[t0rschlusspan1k-die-huelse]

[Text ID:] “One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted— / One need not be a House— / The Brain has Corridors—surpassing / Material Place—” [END ID]

[milkandvoid]

[vexheart]

[paper-wounds]

[havingapoemwithyou]

I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE by Michael Gray Bulla

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Bertrand Russell, from “What Desires Are Politically Important?” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[deadwatered]

[damnelves]

MY CHILDHOOD HOME IS EMPTY.

You Can't Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe / Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (1) / Landscape by Louise Glück / Summer's End by Eli McMullen ( Acrylic and gouache on panel) / There is still love here (Ceramic house) by griefmother / How's It Gonna End - Tom Waits / Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow by Noor Hindi / Origin of the Marble Forest by Gregory Orr / A Shropshire Lad by A.E.Housman / Little Summer by Raymond Bonilla (Oil on panel) / Untitled, digital by Tito Merello Vilar / Ivy - Frank Ocean / Disco Elysium (1) / The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman / That’s Okay - The Hush Sound / Checkers by John Marsden / 1986 by Hollis Brown Thornton (pigment transfer on paper) / tumblr post by @ryebreadgf / Outhouse by Rachel McKibbens / 6 ways to draw a circle by tumblr user @filmnoirsbian / From the Scars series by India Lawton / House Fire by Becca Stadtlander / Back to the Old House - The Smiths / How’d Your Parents Die Again by Fatimah Asghar / Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (2) / Disco Elysium (2) / The Four Generations of Chang E by Zen Cho

[ashstfu]

someone said we had more fun in childhood because we didnt have any past memories to linger on and it has stuck with me ever since

[ashstfu]

[anditslove]

“Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.”

— Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

[anditslove]

“All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.”

— Miranda July, It Chooses You

[lizormianillustration]

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

LizzieOrmian.redbubble.com

[goreprofonde]

- William Fargason, Cain.

[steveharrisunibrow-archive]

“You remind me of a dog who has always loved his leash, but one day, when his master is away, for some reason tears it to pieces.”

Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb