a student not of longing but of light

she they 🦢 ✶⋆.˚

[scotkee]

math, my tempestuous lover [Margaret Vincent / Maggie Nelson, Bluets / Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays / William Blake, "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" / Louise Glück, The Traveler / Franz Kafka, letter to his father / Claire Schwartz, "distance is a primal fact"]

[darkbluetennessee]

thinking about how the premise of fortnight is this american dream gone wrong and the original lyric in king of my heart was "salute to me like the american dream"

[sulkyselkie-deactivated20220813]

Jesus would smile a little bit if you made a mean joke that was really funny but he wouldn’t laugh

[sayspeaknow]

[userarmand]

literally what the hell is he ever talking about 😭

[ungrandvide]

Djabril Boukhenaïssi Vanessa Bell, 2024 Oil and pastel on canvas Image size: 14 1/8 x 10 5/8 in 36 x 27 cm Framed: 16 3/8 x 12 3/4 x 1 5/8 in 41.5 x 32.5 x 4 cm

[wilcze-lyko]

[theneoromantics]

[desimarianne]

hot summer night, mid-july © amber khanzadeh

[ashleyjowilliams-deactivated202]

am so obsessed with this little interaction in the comments of some buzzfeed article…like i dont know what this means but its literally love

[midnnights]

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness - allen ginsberg, howl

[pmamtraveller]

Bleeding heart dove

[blog-bleu]

Georges Lacombe, Marine bleue, effet de vagues, vers 1893, Peinture à l’œuf sur toile, Rennes, Musée des Beaux-Arts

[bread-126]

starting my proofs with "dear god..."

[miroirball]

‘cause you weren’t mine to lose you weren’t mine to lose, no

[dk-thrive]

“It never really goes away, the longing for the life not lived, because isn’t that part of how we come to know ourselves too? Through what we lack as much as what we have, all we dream but do not hold. Some desires have no resolution.”

— Madelaine Lucas, Thirst for Salt (Tin House Books, March 7, 2023) 

[phylogeny]

"But this is my own maze, she told herself, this is the maze I grew up in; I could not be a prisoner here; I know the way so perfectly, and she turned and was further lost."

— Shirley Jackson, The Sundial