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Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
KIROKAZE
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sweet Seals For You, Always
will byers stan first human second
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Misplaced Lens Cap
Jules of Nature
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Discoholic 🪩
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Peter Solarz
Andulka
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@petrichor-hiraeth
i'll forever be angry about the fact that i was born in the 21st century where gadgets and electronics are considered cooler than books and literature !!! where people would rather stare at their screens than stare at the infinite vastness of stars that is our universe !!!
Saint Jerome in the Wilderness (c. 1480–1490) by Leonardo da Vinci
One of his unfinished paintings. Saw it on my visit to Vatican :)
“The Entombment of Christ” by Caravaggio (1603-04)
Location: Vatican Pinacoteca
Lucky enough to have seen it in person!!
Trigger warning: Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Self Harm
A substack article I tried writing
I can beg, scratch and scream, but nothing stays the same. The graves come sooner than I imagined, the graveyard is getting bigger than I thought.
One thing i’ve noticed is the bigger you grow, the smaller you try to be. This is something we’re not born with, but something we learn through living. As children we occupy the world’s space, we make ourselves the center of the universe, that is all we know. We’re not concerned with anything else other than us. We’re small in every other aspect, but in our minds we are the biggest. Our needs, our wants, our requirements is what is important. We hadn’t learnt the taste of the disappointment yet. Then slowly, no one realises when, we find out the universe doesn’t really care about us much, and honestly, neither do most people. We become the last things to consider, even in our own minds. We learn whats its like to survive in a world with billions others. Adulthood teaches us how small we are, how our struggles actually mean nothing in a wider scheme of things. And as we grow more older, we learn to take up less space, learn to be less of a bother to other people. Elder people who, according to capitalism, are dependants, they try to make their existence as quiet as possible, lest they be seen as a burden. Those same elders, who once were so small they believed the world to be theirs, have now learnt how to swallow their own hopes and dreams. Its a tiresome and sad process. Yes they might be 70, but they are now made of much less matter.
“Wooded Path in Autumn” ~ Hans Andersen Brendekilde (1902)
“i push my luck it shows,
thankful you don’t send someone to kill me”
Me to God.
Me to Universe.
Me to Myself.
It all means the same thing.
“The Wrath Of The Seas” - Ivan Aivazovsky, 1886
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”
Emily Brönte, Wuthering Heights
Between The Waves - Ivan Aivazovsky (1898)
You told me I’m wasting my time standing here, on the balcony, the wind won’t blow.
What do you know about the wind?
It blows for anyone who makes it. So what if no leaves are rustling on the trees? Can’t you feel the breeze?
“The Last Day of Pompeii” - Karl Bryullov (1830-33)
La Fanciulla Sulla Roccia a Sorrento (1871) by Filippo Palizzi
“Waterlillies” by Claude Monet, 1907
Claude Monet has to be one of my favorite artists. I mean just look at his passion for a minute. He loved his waterlillies so much he painted 250 variations of it. 250 individual paintings of the same subject, in every season, every phase. Imagine the kind of love stored in him. You can actually see it being translated in his art. His paintings are so soft, like his brush strokes are caressing you into calmness. Looking at his works makes you feel like you're dreaming. it makes you feel like you have a chance at happiness.
i understand you virginia woolf.
because when will i find someone who will have the faintest conceptions of what i mean when i say a thing.
i don’t want to understand you virginia woolf.
because it will inevitably lead me to put pretty stones in my coat pocket and walk into the waters.
