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“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”
— Alida Nugent
when you’re a slutty virgin, a reclusive flaneuse, a heretic saint, a hedonist mystic, an illiterate writer… the duality
When Toni Morrison said the grandeur of life is the attempt, not the solution… And how she went on to explain that it’s about behaving as beautifully as one can under completely impossible circumstances. The power that has, you know? It’s really just the making room for what breathes in the presence of the attempt. In the coming-to-be.
This is the one.
Q: How do you survive whole in a world where we’re all victims of something?“
Ms. Morrison: Ummm, how do you survive whole–I can’t do this quickly, for one–how can you survive whole and when we’re victims of something, um. You know that’s a nice fat, eastern/western philosophical question about ‘how do you get through’?
Sometimes you don’t survive whole, you just survive in part. But the grandeur of life is that attempt, it’s not about that solution.
It is about being as fearless as one can, behaving as beautifully as one can, under completely impossible circumstances. It’s that, that makes it elegant. Good is more interesting. More complex, more demanding.
Evil is silly. It may be horrible but at the same time it’s not a compelling idea: it’s predictable, it needs a tuxedo, it needs blood, it needs fingernails, it’s all that costume, in order to get anybody’s attention.
But the opposite, which is survival, blossoming, endurance, those things are just more compelling intellectually, if not spiritually and they certainly are spiritually. This is more fascinating job.
We are already born. We are going to die. So you have to do something interesting that you respect in between.”
I was never good at this body.
There was always something in me so anxious to crawl out.
— kiki nicole, from NOBODY’S DAUGHTER
um. what is jopping
“Here she comes, running, out of prison and off the pedestal: chains off, crown off, halo off, just a live woman.”
— Charlotte Perkins Gilman, qtd. in The Secret History of Wonder Woman
Bernadette Mayer, from The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica
conradricamora: I have been choking on words this week... trying to put some moralistic spin ... some wisdom... some rallying cry behind what has happened ... but my head is still spinning... so all I’ve been able to do is go over these facts from the past 3 days...
ok, here’s my uquiz: which type of love interest would you be in a dating simulator? :)
“suffering feels religious if you do it right” no shut up it doesn’t. my friends laughing in the kitchen while i make dinner feels religious. the sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.
somebody in the notes posted this screenshot from the one & only, ursula k le guin. and now i'm screaming wtf
like on the one hand the lovecraft method of not describing a monster and saying "it was soooo scary you guys you should've seen it it was SO scary" is just demonstrably shitty but also like. are you ever engaging with some kind of horror media and there's this horrible horrible tension building up to the reveal of the Creature and you're just filled with this awful dread and then the creature actually gets revealed and there's this moment of like. disappointed relief bc what it actually is could never measure up to what your mind conjured up in that moment
horror media: there's something hiding just around this corner
me: oh god it's gonna be a scary monster there is gonna be a scary monster there oh god
*a scary monster emerges from around the corner*
me: oh well that is just a scary monster. whatever
“I do want to say something about imagination purely as a tool in the art and science of scaring the crap out of people. The idea isn't original with me; I heard it expressed by William F. Nolan at the 1979 World Fantasy Convention. Nothing is so frightening as what's behind the closed door, Nolan said. You approach the door in the old, deserted house, and you hear something scratching at it. The audience holds its breath along with the protagonist as she/he (more often she) approaches that door. The protagonist throws it open, and there is a ten foot-tall bug. The audience screams, but this particular scream has an oddly relieved sound to it. "A bug ten feet tall is pretty horrible," the audience thinks, "but I can deal with a ten-foot-tall bug. I was afraid it might be a hundred feet tall.”...
“Bill Nolan was speaking as a screenwriter when he offered the example of the big bug behind the door, but the point applies to all media. What's behind the door or lurking at the top of the stairs is never as frightening as the door or the staircase itself. "
Stephen King, On Writing
looks @ Todd Oldham fw94
a friendly reminder that microaggressions against asians can also look like this:
pretending to gag at asian food
pretending to be weirded out by asian customs and cultures
excusing cultural appropriation (often through ignoring the stories of asians who have been mocked for wearing their ethnic dress while praising a white person for doing so)
not trying to learn how to pronounce an asian person's ethnic name correctly, or asking, "can i call you by something else?"
adopting an asian name for the ~aesthetic~
using the words "oriental" and "exotic" to describe asian people, particular asian women
ignoring the experiences and stories of south, southeast, and central asians
making sweeping assumptions about asian countries (including their political, historical and cultural landscape)
treating the entire asian community as a monolith and ignoring the fact that the experiences of asian nationals are remarkably different from the asian diaspora/migrant community
co-opting asian aesthetics into creative media without acknowledging their history
This is what hozier meant when he says he falls a little bit in love everyday with someone new
I once watched a girl in the produce aisle pick up a bushel of bananas that were precariously perched on the edge and move them farther back and under her breath she said “there you go sweeties - that will be more comfortable” before shuffling off and… I think about her often.
« Silent lovers » is such a sweet way to put it.
I was driving on the highway and passed a dude absolutely JAMMING alone in his car, doing those little half dance moves you do when you’re stuck sitting down in a small space, bellowing unheard lyrics at the top of his lungs, and my instant reaction was to think “I love you.” And then to pray he had a good day, or whatever, because those fleeting moments of connection are so incredible.
nature is healing
i go to bed. i am consumed by overwhelming loneliness. i stare at the ceiling. i long for something i can’t name. i question if i’m real. i see a funny little meme on my phone and laugh hysterically for several minutes. i get too invested in an unrealistic fantasy. i pass out around three.