kindness is fundamental

[shakespearesdaughters]

[azspot]

“Rich kids should go to public schools. The mayor should ride the subway to work. When wealthy people get sick, they should be sent to public hospitals. Business executives should have to stand in the same airport security lines as everyone else. The very fact that people want to buy their way out of all of these experiences points to the reason why they shouldn’t be able to. Private schools and private limos and private doctors and private security are all pressure release valves that eliminate the friction that would cause powerful people to call for all of these bad things to get better. The degree to which we allow the rich to insulate themselves from the unpleasant reality that others are forced to experience is directly related to how long that reality is allowed to stay unpleasant. When they are left with no other option, rich people will force improvement in public systems. Their public spirit will be infinitely less urgent when they are contemplating these things from afar than when they are sitting in a hot ER waiting room for six hours themselves.”

— Everyone Into The Grinder

[fluorescent]

[sitoutside]

[fuckyeahinteriordesigns]

[oncanvas]

Untitled, Keith Haring, 1989

Acrylic on canvas 100 x 100 cm (39.4 x 39.4 in.)

[thunderstruck9]

Keith Haring (American, 1958-1990)

[llovelymoonn]

this body is not a home

jody chan sick (via @geryone) \ edward hopper interior, model reading (1925) \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities) \ joan didion on self-respect (via @girlfictions) \ dion palinckx (2019) \ james tate selected poems (via @heartshop) \ @artofbrianluong​ \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities​) \ edvard munch self-portrait in hell

shout me a chai latte

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[infected]

Berlin, Germany, photo by Rasmus Sumborg Nielsen

[arthoesunshine]

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

[makomoriz]

Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy Krouse Rosenthal

[frachella]

Heliot Emil SS23

[windowwaterr]

Hannes Wallrafen

[imazukei]

2015

Drawing

oil on photograph  210 × 297 mm

Kei IMAZU

[cosmicanger]

flash sheets by presto_bene

[aqua-regia009]

Love and the Pilgrim by Edward Burne-Jones (1833–1898) · Oil on canvas, 1896-97 · Tapestry, 1909 (by William Morris) · Pencil on paper, c.1872

[loumargi]

Flood by Paul Merwart (1855–1902).

[meanwhilepoetry]

““Do you ever wonder why mortals seek love so fervently?” asks Hermes, filling his goblet with more of Dionysus’ best wine. Dionysus is thinking of Ariadne again as he smiles sadly, “They walk through life only two steps ahead of death. Imagine what it must be like to know you are finite. You would constantly seek the beauty of love too, if you knew you were doomed. If you knew how your book ends, wouldn’t you want to fill it with beautiful things like love, too?””

— Nikita Gill, Excerpts from Maidens, Myths and Monsters