Trinkets and Things

This blog is strictly to demonstrate the aesthetic pleasure I get from being nosy about other peoples belongings. All credit goes to the owners. If you see your photo on here and want it removed, absolutely feel free to message!

[matchafigs]

how i love to spend my mornings

with you

[matchafigs]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

—Andrea Gibson, "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies

[myseinfeldblogisgreaterthanyours]

[stroebe2]

““When Iraq was not yet Iraq, it was the birthplace of the first written words. The words look like bird tracks. Masterful hands drew them in clay with sharpened canes. Fire annihilates and rescues, kills and gives life, as do the gods, as do we. Fire hardened the clay and preserved the words. Thanks to fire, the clay tablets still tell what they told thousands of years ago in that land of two rivers. In our days, George W. Bush, perhaps believing that writing was invented in Texas, launched with joyful impunity a war to exterminate Iraq. There were thousands upon thousands of victims, and not all of them were flesh and blood. A great deal of memory was murdered too. Living history in the form of numerous clay tablets were stolen or destroyed by bombs. One of the tablets said: We are dust and nothing All that we do is no more than wind.””

— Eduardo Galeano quoted in an essay by Tom Engelhardt at TomDispatch introducing an excerpt from Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone. Eduardo Galeano, The Previous Sole Superpower (via protoslacker)

[hav-frue]

second day of june

[hav-frue]

past week

[the-lattice-of-coincidence]

Ilka Hartmann - Leah with the Scythe (1974)

[liefst]

[resiliencewithin]

Daily Gratitude

June 11, 2025

What are you grateful for today?

Welcome to my gratitude support group! All are welcome to be a part of the gratitude crew. Re-blog, write a note or send an ask as often as makes sense for you (just once, every day, twice a year, a few times a month— doesn’t matter!)

I tag parts of the crew almost every day. If you’d like to be on the tag list let me know.

All posts will be tagged ‘resiliencewithin’s daily gratitude group’.

Prompt (if you want): Show gratitude for something that is the colour orange.

[resiliencewithin]

Tagging

@alonelylittlebookwyrm

@ascencdedced

@assistant-blogkeeper

@aurelia-which-means-sunrise

@awesomekatiyana

@bastlynn

@bordman1174

@bwiser2

@camelliataliensis

@cenasqueeuadoro

@child-of-the-internet

@chillingonariverbank

@chipswsauce

@closerundone

[trinketsandpersonality]

Kind of basic, but the sun and the orange leaves I see walking by the lake with my little brother

[rimonoroni2]

good smut is really a character study and that is final. i need it to be about vulnerability i need it to be about trust or lack thereof and most of all i need it to be emotional agony. thats what sex is for

[swore]

obsessed w this genre of art. me n my girl

[swore]

this is what my life is all about

[duskenpath]

In all seriousness I took a death and dying course in college for fun and that’s when I fell in love with, and began to seriously study, spontaneous or “street shrines”. These are the organic, unplanned placements of items when someone is killed, generally, and the community almost descends on a spot. I am fascinated by that interfaith, inter-spirit moment of connection fostered. What drives someone to leave the first item? Who guides them there? What do we, as humans, seek from the leaving of a memorial on a place that now hallowed? And we know it is, to some extent, even if we’re not spirit-workers. We have this human need to bear witness, no matter who we are, and over and over again it manifests as this need to build some space, some monument that says “they were here, and now they aren’t here, and we, collectively, of all faiths and walks of life, strangers to each other, will remember them”

We take comfort in, and protect to some measure, that space we create with tea-light candles and stuffed bears and flowers and it just feels like the Right Thing to Do. We rebuild these spaces when they are torn down by authority and we keep building them up and that’s beautiful

Street shrines are TRULY universal, too. They are largely non-verbal but it’s like we just KNOW what to do, like something moves inside all of us and it doesn’t fucking matter if we can’t understand anyone else standing at the site, it’s just a Knowing. It’s phenomenal 

[daugterofliterature]

drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.

[dzgrizzle]

“Whenever I'm asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one. To be able to recognize a freak, you have to have some conception of the whole man, and in the South the general conception of man is still, in the main, theological. That is a large statement, and it is dangerous to make it, for almost anything you say about Southern belief can be denied in the next breath with equal propriety. But approaching the subject from the standpoint of the writer, I think it is safe to say that while the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted. The Southerner, who isn't convinced of it, is very much afraid that he may have been formed in the image and likeness of God. Ghosts can be very fierce and instructive. They cast strange shadows, particularly in our literature. In any case, it is when the freak can be sensed as a figure for our essential displacement that he attains some depth in literature.”

~ Flannery O'Connor, Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose

[sacred-portal]

[lostfunzones]

Louise Bourgeois’s list of wants from her diary, 1962.