how i wish you could understand me
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@soulfulart
how i wish you could understand me
vintage stamps
Beautiful~
"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)
“but how could you live and have no story to tell?”- Fyodor Dostoevsky
"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."
Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]
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god calls me on the payphone, tells me there aren’t enough magnolia trees in the garden. asks me a question. i spend my whole life answering it.
Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco
God Respects Us When We Work, But Loves Us When We Dance (1968)
A Series of Seaside Mishaps.
- lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.
i've got seven missed calls and eight apologies in drafts and the thought of anyone wanting me makes me so afraid that i ask them to leave even when i want them to stay. inside my mind i am begging; please don't go— please love me anyways
grit, a poetry collection/ in image/ mayakovsky by frank o'hara/ sue zhao/ unknown / Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy / gone girl, gillian flyn/ Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day, Nikki Giovanni / supernatural season 12 ep 22 (thanks @count-woe-laf) / I Put The Coffin Out To Sea by Lisa Marie Basile/ Sorry by Halsey/ Sorry by Halsey / unknown
are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
this is not just "look out the window and sigh" longing. i'm talking you're at the grocery store and you're suddenly hit w a wave of grief bc you don't have it. you don't have whatever it is you ache so badly to have. you go about your everyday life and yet it throbs under your skin moment by moment, almost as though it has a life of its own. that's the kind of longing i mean.
Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)
“Anger is an acceptable form of grief. You don't have to make your emotions palatable to those who are unmoved. Rage isn't the curse, apathy is.
In the absence of relief, our collective conscience can atrophy. You begin to believe this is the way it has to be. Resist. Dehumanization of the suffering is by design, but it is not an inevitable one.”
—Cole Arthur Riley, Black Liturgies, January 2024
anne carson
"oh my god you know this one" baby girl i could recite your discography backwards and forwards in my sleep what are you talking about