[sacred-portal]

[perriaeyjeve]

[perriaeyjeve]

[perriaeyjeve]

[drysqu1d]

i tend to avoid discourse because most of it is trite and pointless but just this once i feel like i need to state my opinion: i think everyone should bend to my dark and evil will

[wovi]

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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

[perriaeyjeve]

[em0tionallymotionsick]

I HAAAAVE EMOTIONAL MOTION SICKNESS

SOMEBODY ROLL THE WINDOWS DOWN

THERE AAAARE NO WORDS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE

I COULD SCREAM TO DROOOWWNN YOUU OUUUUUT

[araekniarchive]

feel free to skip if uncomfortable: may i get a request of trauma around your mom?

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh

Annie Ernaux, I Remain In Darkness

Joan Tierney, How To Build A Table

Mad Men (2007–2015), 6x12: The Quality of Mercy

Chen Chen, Poplar Street

Lynne Shako, To The Daughter Who Secretly Longs For Her Mother’s Affection

Mary Jean Chan, what my mother (a poet) might say

Joan Tierney, DO NOT REPLY

Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

Phoebe Bridgers, Motion Sickness

Zeena Abbas, Mom, I Know We Haven’t Spoken In A While But

Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom, trans. Chi-Young Kim

Jenny Holzer, Untitled (Food Won’t Go Down...), from Inflamatory Essays

@fuckingwhateverdude, THERAPY SESSION BETWEEN THE GRANDMOTHER, THE MOTHER AND THE DAUGHTER (PART I)

Sophocles, Elektra, trans. Anne Carson

Ocean Vuong, A Letter to My Mother That She Will Never Read

Wych Elm, Susan Smith

Junot Diaz, Wildwood

[holdoncallfailed]

richard hell's apartment (via)

[tiktaalic]

LIFE HACK: if you call things beautiful then they become so . Immediately in front of your eyes

[pvxie]

i love you tumblr

[exitwound]

I always am about to go to sleep at a beautiful 11pm and then something happens to me

[noxcordis]

Robert’s hands by Patti Smith (1970)

[avainblue]

would you like to be old friends? maybe meet again in a decade or so? stumble into the same corner of the world by happy, human accident? look at me like you know me? like all the love we had was just on stand by, waiting to be fallen back into, waiting for permission to wake up, like the dormant volcano we are? pick each other back up again like a well loved, well forgotten book? would you like to be old friends? would you like to remember me a little?

[2001hz]

Kazu Toki: 'Wind, Moon and Flower' (1989)

Five layers of fabric been woven on a handloom (opposite), using the five different colored threads traditional in japan together with fiber optic, used in the industry as a transmitter of light. 'Pushing', 'polishing'or 'slashing' the fabric shifts the fibres to create the ambiguous shimmenng shapes. The artist worked on this piece in collaboration with the weaving studio Nozakiorisho Inc. and the textile company Toray Inc.

[monstersovka]

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