[apjvff]

you know why blood is red? my favorite color. all my decision

[achillesinhighheels]

Artist Elaine Thi shot her self-portrait on a Nintendo 3DS (2026)

[worldscoolest]

[drunkwhenimadethis]

The sweetness in the pain is only ever that it brings me back to me, it brings me to myself, to the air, to the birds, & to God. Always more and more in increments. But imagine looking across at another human face and sensing that with all of their energy they see all of your energy. Imagine that music, that surge of vitality. The way people who die and come back describe Heaven. A total belonging; embrace; the greatest surge of love regardless of it all, all of it. How much I want that rumoured heaven sometimes to greet me in the midst of conversation. A recognition that makes my silliness spill out, unselfconscious. Totally at home. I know about self-responsibility, but I still want to be cupped up and cradled by larger hands.

[cosmicanger]

Images created solely using mathematical equations by mathematical artist Hamid Naderi Yaganeh

[mona-l1sa]

[plu22o]

[wiishopchannel-blog]

喜宴 (The Wedding Banquet, Ang Lee, 1993)

[apocryphics]

[apoemaday]

Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

[poetic-questions]

from "Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932"

[kocalls]

[calebsane]

peace like a river flows

[halogen2]

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

[buddivorce]

[drunkwhenimadethis]

"Angels can fly because they can take themselves lightly. ...Seriousness is not a virtue. It would be a heresy, but a much more sensible heresy, to say that seriousness is a vice. It is really a natural trend or lapse into taking one's self gravely, because it is the easiest thing to do. ...For solemnity flows out of men naturally; but laughter is a leap. It is easy to be heavy: hard to be light. Satan fell by the force of gravity."

G.K. Chesterton

[drunkwhenimadethis]

Heard this in a lecture by David R. Hawkins: "How you contextualize your life then is how you present yourself to the world and that's what you are to the world. The universe responds in like. When you are thus to the world, the world is thus to thee, and you walk safely through the hail of bullets and if one's meant for you, so? If you come out the other side then there wasn't one meant for you. That is the way it goes. That's complete surrender, is it not? The past is eliminated by the realization that a decent regret is all that's necessary. You can stop ruminating and trying to rewrite the past. Have a decent regret about it and let it go. I don't want to hear other people's chain's dragging. They wallow in the past because their ego is sucking the juice out of it."

[sc]

[misledmiseries]

me: I’m a homebody i like to stay at home!

the home: 

muddles my perception of time

Changes in both size and distance

lulls me into sense of safety and twist it into an oppressive paranoia inducing hellouse-scape

compels me to forget my own autonomous existence 

waters down the outside and/ or exaggerate it to mythical extent 

shrinks front door perron when i ascend, jarringly draws it out when i descend.

all its windows views are other walls of itself

the backyard fence looms in every horizon

bitter to abandonment of what belongs under its roof, including me when i go out to buy some good ol orange fanta

 doesn’t look for me under its roof, it always knows where I’m.

when it sleeps doors never open, i don’t know it’s sleeping schedule

whatever happens silently around the corners is real, my apprehension is valid and understandable, and indeed i should panic.