Tea time, Erika Lee Sears
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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Show & Tell
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Keni
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Three Goblin Art

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Tea time, Erika Lee Sears
James Baldwin: The Last Interview And Other Conversations
Waris Dirie | Photography by Lange Jacques (1995)
“If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?”
— Kendrick Lamar, “Poetic Justice, Album: good kid, m.A.A.d city (2012)
it's 5am and i was bored of taking quizzes so i figured hey why not make one
a quiz was made
“To wait is the most anodyne of verbs, a familiar no-man’s land of lost or useless time that threads itself through daily life: we wait in line at the pharmacy; we wait for a thundershower to pass; we wait for a friend to call. This waiting is empty time, a lull in the forward rush of life, of getting things done. It stops us in our tracks and temporarily suspends our power. It can make us feel annoyed or helpless. ‘There’s nothing to do but wait,’ we tell ourselves. Then the prescription is delivered, the sky clears, the phone rings – and off we go again, our power to do and to be mercifully restored. But there is a larger waiting, a cosmic waiting that precedes and cradles within itself all the other times and modes and tenses of being. It tells us that our puny power to do and to be in this world is the exception, not the rule. Waiting is not the suspension of human business-as-usual, but rather the oldest and most elemental form of time. The modern meaning of the English verb to wait in its most banal sense, ‘to remain stationary’, derives from a trio of Old English verbs: waeccan, ‘to keep watch’; wacian, ‘to be awake’, and wacan, ‘to become awake, arise, be born’. This is waiting as sheer presence, watchfulness, the quickening spark of life. It is ruach elohim, the breath of God, moving over the face of the waters the instant before creation: time before time. To wait in this way means simply to bear witness to breath, the gift of wakefulness, as it lights up (here, now) in this accidental vessel that is myself. It asks nothing more of the time that remains.”
— Ellen Wayland-Smith, This ragged claw
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nantes
‘Books are the mirrors of the soul.’ -Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
James Dean
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh (first published 1914)
I know I miss you because it happens in daylight. When I’m driving down a road with a view and the sun is hitting me, I think of how good you’d look beside me. And how great your laugh would sound, joining me when I’m out with friends. Or how much warmer the bed would be with you in it.
- S.A // I miss you even when I’m not lonely
Bookshop spotted during an evening walk in Reykjavik
Jane Fonda cooking at home in her New York apartment, 1960
“No harm will ever come to you. Not from me, not from anyone else. And while I’m here, no word of mine will ever hurt you.”
The Edge of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury
The Bolshoi dancer Nikolai Tsiskaridze being rehearsed by the 87-year old Galina Ulanova captured by photographer Mikhail Logvinov
things that make you go hmm
when muna said “everything’s about you to me” and when sufjan stevens said “should i tear my heart out now? everything i feel returns to you somehow” and when hozier said “and i think about you though everywhere i go” and when richard siken said “in these dreams it’s always you” and when the national said “i think about you way more than anything else” and when mitski said “now here i lay as i wonder about you”