Look through my eyes.

DJ

[rebeccamock]

[aristotlemencloza]

Grief is just love with no place to go.

– unknown // Art piece by Ikenaga Yasunari

[philosophybits]

“I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.”

— Franz Kafka, “Letter to Ottla Kafka (10 July 1914)”

[aridante]

start here, caitlyn siehl // untitled, fortesa latifi // rien ne va plus, margarita karapanau (trans. karen emmerich) // black iris, leah raeder // the thorn merchant, yusuf komunyakaa // monster movie, nicola maye goldberg // a key to common lethal fungi, marge piercy // give me a god i can relate to, blythe baird // crimson peak, dir. guillermo del torro (2014) // the house of hades, rick riordan.

[freshmoviequotes]

Interstellar (2014)

[thebookquotes]

“You want to see people as extremes. Bad or good, trustworthy or not. I understand. It’s easier that way. But that isn’t how people work.”

— Veronica Roth, Carve the Mark

[elaurents-blog]

[blueteensclub]

[vampire3mpire]

Visit Original Link

change me at all costs starlight and star-crossed

[kevinlucbert]

Homes

21 x 29,7cm, ink on paper, Kevin Lucbert, 2021

[furiousgoldfish]

“I am the child You light on fire To keep yourself warm. Now you tell me it’s not warm enough While I am Still burning.”

—

[amouthfulloflove]

“When I was twenty-three I began seeing a psychotherapist because I couldn’t bear the idea that, after the end of an affair, all our shared memories might be expunged from the mind of the other, that they might no longer exist outside my own belief they’d happened. I couldn’t accept the possibility of being the only one who would remember everything about those moments as carefully as I tried to remember them. My life, which exists mostly in the memories of the people I’ve known, is deteriorating at the rate of physiological decay. A color, a sensation, the way someone said a single word—soon it will all be gone. In a hundred and fifty years no one alive will ever have known me. Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.”

— Ongoingness: The End of a Diary by Sarah Manguso

[needsmustleap]

Devin Kelly, from his essay What I Want to Know of Kindness

[love-personal]

[meanwhilepoetry]

“I have loved gods and I have hated monsters the way I was taught to, but no one ever told me that more often than not, they were the same thing.”

— Megara to Heracles after he kills their children, Nikita Gill

[cinqfruits]

[love]

Nature’s Reflection by Icy & Sot