[redrola]

Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg.

[2utora]

[pmamtraveller]

Sky and Water I by M.C. Escher

[bunnyjennyphoto]

[fourthclub]

[classicalcanvas]

The Secret Rendezvous by Pierre Charles Comte

[nobrashfestivity]

Oda Mayumi Madonna Bear (45/60)

[vintageeveryday]

Lovers on the grass in Washington Square Park, New York, 1953. Photograph by Ernst Haas.

[sephirothhh]

You may not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.

Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) dir. Quentin Tarantino

[geopsych]

July things

[bellafleurz]

[theserpentegg-blog]

Ralph Gibson

Woman’s Foot on Man’s Crotch From “Days at Sea” 1972

[pmamtraveller]

The life cycle of a cherry.

[satanoperkele]

The night always listens

[nixscriptum]

on midsummer. ☼

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 23, in a letter to J. Mallory Wober (dated Wednesday, 23 November 1955)

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water