[lamignonette]

[unusual-suspects]

sainteda

[prairiewhisper]

Capricorn and Unicorn by Mariya Aitkaliyeva

[tallahasseemp3]

"Can the absence of words tell a story? Like a pattern in lace, the holes as important as the threads?"

Eden Robins, Remember You Will Die

[funstealer]

Hi-Tek Alexander Porthole Rusack

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

[ymutate]

Alexander Akeya (Aayanga) (Siberian Yupik, 1928-2011),

Figure of polar bear and cub, ca. 1975. Savoonga, St. Lawrence Island, Alaska. Sculpture: ivory and paint, 8.3 x 3.3 x 5 cm

[heaveninawildflower]

Hollyhocks (1882) by John La Farge (American, 1835–1910).

Leaded glass window from the Frederick Lothrop Ames house in Boston.

Saint Louis Art Museum.

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

[funeral]

Many places have a "forest that shouldn't be entered." Even people who are used to working in the mountains feel there is something there. They are suddenly overcome with fear and it becomes the custom to avoid certain places. These places exist. I don't know what is there, but I think they are real . . . The world is more than we can fathom with our five senses. The world doesn't exist just for humans. So I think it is all right to have such things. This is why I think it's a mistake to think about nature from the idea of efficiency, that forests should be preserved because they are essential for human beings . . . I am concerned, because for me the deep forest is connected in some way to the darkness deep in my heart. I feel that if it is erased, then the darkness inside my heart would also disappear, and my existence would grow shallow.

Hayao Miyazaki, “Totoro Was Not Made as a Nostalgia Piece” in Starting Point: 1979-1996

[dr-manhattan-alt]

My new and absolutely normal i swear obsession is hand routed, or otherwise free-form, circuit board layouts.

It just strikes such a beautiful intersection between artistic and tech that gives me all the right neuron activations.

[takofukkatsumi]

Reblog this and tell me what was your biggest crying over a piece of fiction. You can be vague if you don't want to spoil.

[gabxarchival]

by Peter Schmid

[podencos]

Annie Ernaux's unpublished journal entries

[chainsawpunk]

Martin Wong, Closed, 1984–1985, acrylic on canvas, 84 1/8 × 108 3/16 in (213.7 × 274.8 cm)

[weepingwidar]

Martin Wong (Chinese-American, 1946-1999)

[joeinct]

Catsup Bottle, Diner, Croton-on-Hudson, NY (from 'Approaching Nowhere'), Photo by Jeff Brouws, 1991

[desescrita]

“Language is my home. It is alive other than in speech. It is beyond a thing to be carried with me. It is ineluctable, variegated and muscular. A flicker and drag emanates from the idea of it. Language seems capable of girding the oceanic earth, like the world-serpent of Norse legend. It is as if language places a shaping pressure upon our territories of habitation and voyage; thrashing, independent, threatening to rive our known world apart."

— Vahni Capildeo, Going Nowhere, Getting Somewhere

[mobydyke]

rosencrantz is dead, guildenstern is dead, and me I feel also not so good