[guooey]

The cozy sleeper

[guooey]

And you know what else? The drifting dreamer

[angesirene]

—Leigh Hunt, Songs and Chorus of the Flowers

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012

[lamignonette]

[frachella]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CqFYWiUobYr/

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Roller Skaters - Venice Beach (1979)

[lamignonette]

[trulyvincent]

Sunlight off a doorknob

[urgetocreate]

Lena Rivo, Cat in the Snow, 2022, Gouache on board

[podencos]

Loving this part of Rachel Tashjian’s latest Opulent Tips newsletter

[unsubconscious]

From “Cats in the Sun”, Greek Islands, published 1994 by Hans Silvester

[softwaring]

The 12 full moons of 2022 by loonarpix

[you-try-to-be]

i remember the feeling of teenage obsession, and i miss it desperately. few things about our everyday lives are more genuinely magical to me than the way that loving something with commitment can rewire your understanding of time: instead of dates or semesters, i can place moments of my early life inside the year where i only read vonnegut, the month i first loved the smiths, the autumn i spent with that rilke poem. it manages to make time physical — it turns it into something that can be tasted and touched. i want my life to be textured by the periods i spent perfecting a stone fruit hot honey cake or watching murder mysteries. wouldn’t it be wonderful to one day taste a cake and remember how you felt in september? i have many criticisms of rapid-fire, non-stop consumption, but none are so personal to me as this: when we submit to a cultural landscape that tells us to never stop looking for the new shiniest thing, we lose a kind of language for understanding ourselves and others. loving is a muscle that’s been strategically atrophied by a culture of manic consumption and constant availability.

- rayne fisher-quann

[facinaoris]

Grit: A Poetry Collection, Silas Denver Melvin

[twirld]

Eve (detail, 1885) Anna Lea Merritt

[catasters]

[shanebordoli]

Chloë Sevigny