人間の心ৎ

25 | infj

[thedreadfuldawn]

when dazai osamu said “there's nothing wrong in being a monster, is there? as long as we can survive” and when natsume sōseki said “what a sight for sore eyes! spring at last!” (...) “true, but then it will be winter again before you know it” and when yukio mishima said “insensitive people are only upset when they see the blood, but actually by the time that the blood has been shed the tragedy has already completed”

[thedreadfuldawn]

portrait by unknown. boyish - japanese breakfast. quote by poet rumi. devour me - nikitahaart. the incredulity of saint thomas - caravaggio. the illiad - homer

[theoptia]

Hélène Cixous, from The Laugh of the Medusa

Text ID: Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies ... Writing is for you, you are for you; your body is yours, take it.

[heartlessqueen]

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

natalie wee, our bodies & other fine machines

[sweatermuppet]

sam sax, hydrophobia

[jumping-jackalope]

ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous

[thewingedchild]

v.e. schwab, the invisible life of addie larue

[heartlessqueen]

i exist i exist i exist, flatsound

[passion-of-l0vers]

john cameron mitchell, hedwig and the angry inch

[aworsening]

Car Seat Headrest, I Want You To Know That I’m Awake​/​I Hope That You’re Asleep

[dionysian-mystery]

Come on In!: New Poems by Charles Bukowski

[thedreadfuldawn]

i can pretend i am alright but the truth is i miss the old internet - i miss having to put in the effort to source what i truly needed for a school project, i miss curating my niche and square-y instagram page when trends and influencers weren't dictating what got traction and attention, i miss looking at highly filtered faux aesthetic pictures on weheartit and adding counntless to my collections, i miss old youtube and those now old-style simple gameplay videos, i miss when i didn't have to ask myself on every picture or video i stumbled upon "is this ai?", i miss the simplicity and newness, i miss feeling like i was using the internet and not the other way around

[myfatherisalonelyman-deactivate]

Sometimes i think

[cinematicjourney]

Stoker (2013) | dir. Park Chan-wook

[threeamserif]

forgot about this local church

[lupineshieldmaiden]

warm lamp pngs for anon! ₊˚⊹♡

send requests .ᐟ.ᐟ જ⁀➴ ✉

[landsccape]

[michaeladavenport]

Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)

30in x 48in

[koifrog]

From the artist’s Inprnt:

“3,090 degrees Fahrenheit is the temperature at which sand becomes glass, in a process known as the Pilkington Process. This is not the temperature of burning; this is the temperature of becoming something.”

[capacity]

My kink is to be clean showered and emotionally stable & secure in myself

[cloudswamp]

contorno (s3e5), hannibal

[petaltexturedskies]

In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person’s soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.

Donna Tartt

[cloudswamp]

written on the body, jeanette winterson

[thedreadfuldawn]

is the cure for female loneliness a tumblr blog?

[thedreadfuldawn]

Alice Kingsley: [to herself ] I've never stopped dreaming.

Cheshire Cat: What did that to you?

a case study in escapism. Isabelle Allende, The house of spirits. Labyrinth (1896), dir. Jim Hanson. Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart. Amélie (2001). Ramon Casas, A Decadent girl. Leonard Cohen, Selected poems. Carl Holsoe, Girl reading in a Sunlit Room. Alice in Wonderland (2010), dir. Tim Burton. Alice through the looking glass (2016), dir. James Bobin. A streetcar named desire (1951), dir. Elia Kazan.