night finds you

shannon, 25, newcastle aus. the worst case of FOMO you've ever seen. IG:@shannonwest

[myseinfeldblogisgreaterthanyours]

[emmablowguns]

This is a gay art house film

[astriphera-deactivated20210430]

Helene Cixous, Coming to Writing

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Helene Cixous, Coming to Writing

[stranded-king]

wings - a visual poem

[jamieflemingsimpson]

Jamie F Simpson, Lies, Lies, Lies, 2019

Shown as part of  Everything is Temporary/Forgotten Imagery & Fragmentary Writings 2014 - 2019 at The Pharmacy Contemporary Art Space

[nogreatillusion]

“A cry for attention is positioned as a crime, as if attention were inherently a selfish thing to want. But isn’t wanting attention one of the most fundamental traits of being human—and isn’t granting it one of the most important gifts we can ever give?”

— Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain, Leslie Jamison (x)

[art-creature]

clay flesh / mixed media in sketchbook / instagram

[jafaaar]

A man holding his baby up to paintings and talking to him at an art gallery

[1dietcokeinacan]

:)

[thebestcomicbookpanels]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“If you had really loved something, wouldn’t a little bit of it always linger?”

— Susan Orlean, from The Orchid Thief (Random House, 1998)

[yeehawlw]

what is life if not just feeling like you love too much one day then feeling like you’re incapable of love the next

[tordenvejr]

learning how powerful it is to say “this is what i feel” and “this is what i want” and firmly standing by it

[aspiritualwarrior]

“When you wash your hands, when you make a cup of coffee, when you’re waiting for the elevator – instead of indulging in thinking, these are all opportunities for being there as a still, alert presence.”

— Eckhart Tolle

[bulbasaurbian]

life is all about making girls laugh

[bethfuller]

[journalofanobody]

“How lush the world is, how full of things that don’t belong to me—”

— Louise Glück, from Vespers: Parousia in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)

[weltenwellen]

“I, in my solitude, am almost going to explode. Dying must be a mute, internal explosion. The body can no longer stand being a body. And what if dying tastes like food when you’re really hungry? And if dying is a pleasure, a selfish pleasure?”

— Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life