by Arseny Kashkarov

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YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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noise dept.
Sade Olutola

Discoholic 🪩
wallacepolsom
$LAYYYTER
i don't do bad sauce passes
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
we're not kids anymore.

tannertan36
KIROKAZE

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by Arseny Kashkarov
by Nicola Pavan
Rouge river, Oregon.
Markstein
Mae Suai on 35mm
Marie Howe, from “Watching Television”, What the Living Do
I have always felt that a human being could only be saved by another human being. I am aware that we do not save each other very often. But I am also aware that we save each other some of the time.
James Baldwin, born 100 years ago today, on how to live through your darkest hour.
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Ada Limón, “To Be Made Whole”, On Being with Krista Tippett
Wood cuts, Gordon Mortensen
wyoming
santomarco
Riad Dar El Malaika in El Jadida, Morocco
oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now
Those days of blistering cold are almost always accompanied by a kind of light that is so pure and crystallized it feels like salvation, if salvation could feel like anything. There is a type of winter light, a cold light seeming warm, a light that, when beamed through a windowpane, feels like it clears whatever it touches, maybe even forgives it. It is a light that makes you forget death, a light that makes you wonder if death is even possible. It is a light like water, as beautiful as it is full of life.
— Devin Kelly, Ordinary Plots: Jenny George’s “Reprieve”