survival

“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

[lionfloss]

source

[lionfloss]

source

[soft-lovely]

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse.

[nemfrog]

“Colors never before seen.” Delphiniums. Krider’s glories of the garden for 1940. 1940.

Internet Archive

[stonechild]

source

[ofallingstar]

Nostos: The Return (1989)

[apoemaday]

More Than Myself

by Anne Sexton

Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me… I tapped my own head; it was glass, an inverted bowl. It’s small thing to rage inside your own bowl. At first it was private. Then it was more than myself.

[that-bipolar-mood]

If you wish you were manic read this:

The consequences will be disastrous

You may lose your job/get bad grades

You will yell at people

You will lose friends/quarrel with family

The money you spend won't just reappear

You will neglect basic hygiene

Manic episodes physically hurt your brain

You will struggle with cognitive issues for a long time even after the episode passes

You can get imprisoned

After you come out of an episode you will be ashamed and guilty

It's not worth it

Fall in love with your stability

Mania can be good at first but you know what happens later

You can't stop a full blown episode

Psychosis

Paranoia

Narcissism

[onlynewsom]

The Milk-Eyed Mender, Joanna Newsom (2004)

About The Album: This album was my love-song to the harp, among other things. I was so happy with the way that Noah Georgeson, the producer, was able to capture the prismatic, lush, spectral sonic presence of the instrument. I wanted the instrumentation to be all about verisimilitude, truth, the breath and blood of the harp. When I play, you know, it’s pressed to my chest and I can feel the vibrations all through my ribcage and collarbones; I wanted that sense of closeness and life to reverberate through the recording, too. The harp is so unique in its timbre…when you pluck a single note, for example, it sets off a chain reaction so that every single string vibrates at once, with varying intensities and volumes and for varying durations of time.

When I play harp, I tend to play sort of rapid, busy figures, which means there’s a constant, percussively articulated, variegated field of notes rising into prominence and receding into the background, each of them setting-off their own second and third and fourth harmonics, too—everything thrumming and shaking and shimmering and modulating constantly. I thought extra instruments would detract from my primary goal in committing these songs to tape, which was to capture them framed in their true harmonic space, encircled by endless concentric bands of shifting sound…

If you listen close to the “silence" at the end of The Book of Right-On—I mean, really turn up the volume for a few moments after the last note has been played—you can hear a bit of that sea of sounds, decaying bit by bit into the ether. It’s quite lovely, I think.

[lamignonette]

[mothermishy]

“Mark Adams”, 1985, via press_sf on Instagram.

[wanderthewood]

[witch-ranni]

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

Stand by your partner as an equal!

[maosochist]

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath / The Wave, Pierre-Auguste Renoir / "Barefoot," Anne Sexton

[expressions-of-nature]

Snowdonia National Park, Wales by Neil Thomas

[kristina100000]

lumen prints by john fobes