Smoke Rings and Silver Things

Oh the glory when you ran outside with your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied and you told me not to follow you. IG @sarahlewarn

[killapede]

some more outside drawings! I went to LA for a while

[inneroptics]

Fiona Campbell- 1954

[gorgonapologist]

For Gothic Heroines, Haunted Houses Are Always Too Big, Jane Healey

[suonko]

by Hélène Delmaire

[thingsfromthedirt]

1900s Venus pocket knife

[bostonpoetryslam]

Infinity scared me when I was small.  A nonbeliever accepts a kind of fog around facts— believers demand meaning. This beloved fog forms a tissue, like love. Burns off in bald light, like love.

Molly Brodak, from the title poem of The Cipher (via bostonpoetryslam)

[lacetulle]

Schiaparelli | Spring/Summer 2020

[nevver]

All it ever does is rain, Daichi Takagi

[autumnwinter93-deactivated20240]

Athens, Greece

[cavatas]

Detail of “Primavera” by Italian Renaissance master Sandro Botticelli 

(late 1470s / early 1480s) 

[nevver]

New lyrics for old songs

[kafkasapartment]

Magnolia Blossom, 1925. Imogen Cunningham. Gelatin silver

[lifeinpoetry]

I mean my mother’s body was a house burning / and I’ve been burning ever since

— Kendra DeColo, from ““I Want to Burn the Frat House of America to the Ground”,” I Am Not Trying To Hide My Hungers From The World (via lifeinpoetry)

[sexykinkyfunnyandcurly]

[nevver]

Martha Rich

[salwarrremade]

labyrinth pt.2 — this place is never what it seems

[writingsforwinter]

-Meggie Royer

May 4, 2021