سارافینا

“ A thorn in the path teaches more than a thousand roses ”

[sapphiresacrosanct]

I think I get it now, I do. They name hurricanes after people, but no one remembers the wind— only his name, and longing’s mercurial eye.

[sapphiresacrosanct]

That damned July heat,

and the baked beans you obliterated in the microwave.

The crows balanced on the telephone wire,

black commas,

waiting to see which one of us became the sentence.

[6h35]

Garry Winogrand.

[haverst]

Mahmoud Darwish

[6h35]

Garry Winogrand.

[sec0ndwind]

[outofeverythingthisnamewasleft]

Agnès Varda

[cityfawns]

[sapphiresacrosanct]

Quiet Predator

We built a small religion out of crossed wires and coincidences. You disappeared for days, then returned carrying my name in your mouth like a broken glass charm.

[lamignonette]

[naryamirie]

just saw this personal ad from 1966 (sourced here) and god. this is really it

[smsomah]

Morocco; the bride's feet should not touch the ground on her wedding day; her fingers too are bound by a skein of wool to keep them inactive.

Scanned from the book Wedding Ceremonies: Ethnic Symbols, Costume and Rituals; 2001; Tiziana & Gianni Baldizzone

[itsloriel]

The door is attached to the biggest tree in Japan. by Masanao Kimura / 500px

[lionofchaeronea]

The Nightmare, Henry Fuseli, 1790-91

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

[smsomah]

Tibet. Scanned from the book Wedding Ceremonies: Ethnic Symbols, Costume and Rituals; 2001; Tiziana & Gianni Baldizzone

[smsomah]

Miaos of China; Girls spend whole days preparing enormous ornamental headdressed made of red wool for the Tiaohuapo festival. Scanned from the book Wedding Ceremonies: Ethnic Symbols, Costume and Rituals; 2001; Tiziana & Gianni Baldizzone