"I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party, and I attended with my real face." -Franz Kafka
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Jules of Nature
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Janaina Medeiros
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oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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shark vs the universe
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Andulka

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@rocksdonttalk
"I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party, and I attended with my real face." -Franz Kafka
on loving someone who has passed
a self portrait in letters by anne sexton / poem by louise glück / achilles and patroclus by @maieste / all about love by bell hooks / blue sun by nina mouawad / albert camus correspondance to maria casarès / un homme et une femme by stephan sinding / the gods show up by michael kinnucan / the chronology of water: a memoir by lidia yuknavitch
“Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched.”
— Natalie Wee, from ‘Lonely’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines
Enrique Martínez Celaya (Cuban, b. 1964)
The Will, 2022
Oil and wax on canvas
I wish I was only as cruel as the first time I noticed I was cruel,
Kaveh Akbar, from Pilgrim Bell; “Forfeiting my Mystique”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Spring in Bac Ha, Vietnam by Khánh Phan
Paul Eluard, “Seven Poems of Love at War”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)
[Text ID: “And the night that does us wrong The night when the bed grows hollow Empty of solitude The future of an agony.”]
Gregory Orr, from Poetry as Survival
[Text ID: —that language itself is a form of sight.]
chel_faust on Instagram
Edvard Munch, Toward the Forest, 1897c-1913, colour woodcut from two woodblocks
at Montauk, New York https://www.instagram.com/p/CaipocOgzU8/?utm_medium=tumblr
this needs more love - great shot
― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays
Fallen Giant by Calder Moore
— Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk
Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927
Lenseman series E. E. Smith
Hiroshi Manabe