[apjvff]

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

[wovi]

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simone weil

[wovi]

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ursula k. leguin

[animalinterlace-deactivated2022]

[ordocarmelitarum]

Infirmary of the Carmel at Lisieux where Thérèse died on 30 September 1897

[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]