and so being young and dipt in folly

katherine or kat. not straight. postgrad student earning my master of letters in romantic and victorian studies. currently in 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

[zegalba]

Susie Benes: "From Blood, Wings” (2021)

[murderouswidowsmatter]

The problem with “senseless violence” narrative around the UnitedHealthcare CEO is that it ignores the inherent violence of the insurance industry. Denying someone lifesaving care is violence. Subjecting someone to drawn out periods of pain before treatment is violent. The industry is made up of millions of acts of violence everyday, with the CEO at the helm guiding it all. This is not unprovoked and it’s not an overreaction; it is just harder to ignore

[nickdewolfarchive]

boston, massachusetts summer 1972

"abortion is a woman's right"

photograph by nick dewolf https://www.flickr.com/photos/dboo/5164252335

[soft-lovely]

lovers

[theyvcreation-deactivated202401]

[artnouveauanddeco]

Flower-shop, Brussels, designed by Paul Hankar, XIX century.

[mxdvs]

A Vanitas sculpture, late 19th Century

[mnetha]

I want to mirror your immensity. I want never to be too weak or too old to bear the heavy, lurching image of you.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God (tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

[excessivebookshelf]

“As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music. And, as you read and re-read, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

[internalizedthotism]

[satyriconmp3]

utilising the gift of imagination to hallucinate moments of tenderness between fictional people

[lionfloss]

Cranberries at Muskoka Lakes Farm & Winery by elnaz555

[flowergrave]

love eating fruit that dyes my fingers red. feels good feels primal

[exitwound]

text id: A not admitting of the wound (1188) by Emily Dickinson. // A not admitting of the wound / Until it grew so wide / That all my Life had entered it / And there were troughs beside — // A closing of the simple lid that opened to the sun / Until the tender Carpenter / Perpetual nail it down — /end id.

[virtuallyinsane]

[45percenterthen]

you're from california ? like the hotel ?

[last-picture-show]

William Blake, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing, 1786

[stlowens]

Mary Oliver, “Don’t Hesitate.”