[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Intense joy is somewhat like pain, she thought. Or like a dizzy spell. Strangely, it was not unlike grief.

– Yōko Mori, from “Spring Storm,” The Mother of Dreams: Portrayals of Women in Modern Japanese Fiction (Kodansha, 1989)

[nobrashfestivity]

池田良二 Ryoji Ikeda

Photo with etching

[fragrantblossoms]

Marek Piasecki. Untitled, 1953.

[zegalba]

Devon Aoki for W Magazine (2000) Photography: Craig McDean

[weltenwellen]

Mary Sims, from "Dawn Pulls Forward with Nothing DeadEnough to Hold It"

[vivipiuomeno1-deactivated201812]

nastya kaletkina ph. russian

[thelonerforlife]

Nicolas Lopez

[eldonunderhill]

chamber work) johnny broken wing

[mirrorsinner]

[bestiolin]

[petaltexturedskies]

A tide of quiet thought now came gently caressing my brain; softer and softer rose the flow, with tepid undulations smoother than balm.

Charlotte Brontë, from Villette

[jogoraz]

[atoubaa]

From “Women” (Baltimore, 1970s) by Steven Cuffie

[sleptthrudawn]

thankful for getting to photograph her - from last summer <3

[wunderkammerett]

Ø (Mika Vainio) : Olento : sahkorecordings.bandcamp.com

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

[minozza]