we cant help but do what weve always done

I’m exhausted, but satisfied

[konoko]

[drafthearse]

Grasshopper and Beetles. 1951. Leonard Baskin. Linocut. Plate 23 from A Little Book of Natural History. [source]

[beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023]

@mrgryphon - The thrill, the fear, the hope, oil on paper, 2021

[frenchgayplayer]

[treecitysessions]

[pacificrim-archive]

[rocketmermaid]

Giant isopods are so cool but what’s with the sexy funk music

[hussainthemvp]

most sexual motherfucker in the ocean. 

[calvinandhobbes]

Maren tears up hearing this. They are, in many ways, the same kind of orphan.

bones & all (2022) shooting script + runs in the family by amanda palmer / mary jean chan, “what my mother (a poet) might say” / sharon olds, “saturn” / alice munro, “face” / brenna twohy, “little red riding hood addresses the next wolf”

[sawasawako-archived]

jeanette winterson, referenced by victoria chang, says, ‘the best work speaks intimately to you, even though it has been consciously made to speak intimately to thousands of others.’

jorge luis borges, addressing a large audience in the butler library at columbia university, said, ‘a crowd is an illusion. no such thing exists. i am talking to you personally.’

[calvinandhobbes]

“I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I’m talking to you and you know it.”

Richard Siken, “The Long & Short of It”

[arterialtrees]

Sarah Lucas, Got a Salmon on (Prawn) (1994) 

[pansylair]

work from this year’s pride art show at my local gallery 4/5

🌻 men may kiss men 🌻

cone 6 ceramic wall hanging, underglaze, glaze.

[transangelicism]

source article

[transangelicism]

[arterialtrees]

Sarah Lucas, Got a Salmon on (Prawn) (1994) 

[footnoteinhistory]

“Oh, you know, you realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. And I think, you know, this is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this, to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life. And so, you know, it's– really, her absence is felt every day.

“And ever since I lost her, I felt that my life has been lived in only two days, if that makes any sense. You know, there's the today, where she is not here, and then the vast and endless yesterday where she was, even though it's been three years since. How many months and days? But I only see it in — with one demarcation. Two days — today without my mother, and yesterday, when she was alive. That's all I see. That's how I see my life now.”

-Ocean Vuong, NPR

[leucotoe-archive-deactivated202]

Ada Limón, Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds // NBC Hannibal, Mizumono & Dolce

[nr]

Russell Mills “Wound” 1994

[julykings]

wish i could like. forgive myself for being a person

[contac]