Mithian on Main

[softcoversharpedges]

lay your hands on me and make of my longing something worthy of its suffering

[russiawave]

[nervanaofficiai]

i drinka the coffee i get big

[mollybeenoel]

[sobcat]

[mournfulroses]

Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems

[folklorespring]

I love when people post photo dumps and just random mundane things and their pets and sunsets and their meals and spotify links !! I'm the target audience for your blurry vertical pictures of your morning cup of coffee

[achillesinhighheels]

nobody in the entire world has ever known what to do with me

[rb2m94]

God I want a friendship like this

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[freakoutgirl]

When you love someone but it doesn't change anything

[momoro66]

[minty86823]

おりがみのヨット

ondo gallery 『 にゃんにゃん展 』展示作品

[xmu102]

[lasfloresrotasblogdepoesia]

Unknown Artist, "Porte Veine", 1913.

[cheaphalloweencostume]

no, YOU have to do it scared. IM going to fruitlessly wait for the perfect moment forever

[softcoversharpedges]

Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art. The artist is the only one who knows the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements. It is a materialization, an incarnation of his inner world. Then he hopes to attract others into it, he hopes to impose this particular vision and share it with others. When the second stage is not reached, the brave artist continues nevertheless. The few moments of communion with the world are worth the pain, for it is a world for others, an inheritance for others, a gift to others, in the end. When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others. ― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955

[alhashimis]

SHABANA AZEEZ on Victoria Javadi & her mom on Collider Ladies Night