Saturner34

Acompáñame a Saturno

[milksockets]

kir royal - urs fischer (2004)

[expressions-of-nature]

Italian photographer, Valerio Minato, spends 6 years capturing the perfect moon, mountain, and basilica alignment.

[formlab]

Aktau, Mangghystaū, Kazakhstan, Daniel Kordan

[389]

Nam June Paik TV Bed (1972-1991)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Virginia Woolf

[unteriors]

Crestvue Road, Washington, Pennsylvania.

[ninagarcia]

““Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.””

— Anais Nin

[gacougnol]

Sveta Kaverina

[lesfillesennoir]

[killi3]

[petaltexturedskies]

When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, than that of a young man. Being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphoses. She rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. The young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will make her impulses only the more passionate. Empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain all.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex

[toiich]

Solaris (1972), dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

[musenemesis]

Huang Jing

[bestiolin]

[saturner34]

[penny-anna]

The problem w writing fiction is that you'll be like tee-hee I'm going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that's got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again

[melanchol1e-deactivated20250809]

sun and moon bed