The Wrong and Binding Road

Nik | XXXV | Caster of Worthless Spells | Imaginary Lawyer | NYC

[trysteroo]

Starburster -- Fontaines D.C.

[trysteroo]

Shithouse -- Big Special

[nobrashfestivity]

Hieronymus Bosch Altarpiece: Descent Into Hell, Hell, Earthly Paradise, Ascent: (detail)"Ascent" top with vortex, around 1500 oil on wood Palazzo ducale (Venice, Italy)

[mournfulroses]

Kim Addonizio, from What Is This Thing Called Love: Poems; "''Round Midnight,"

[longingwhispers]

" We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss"

Paulo coelho

[clawmarks]

Forest floor still lifes with mushrooms, butterflies and a snake a pair, both oil on canvas - Otto Marseus van Schrieck - c.1657 - via Sotheby's

[neoyorzapoteca]

“Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.”

— Susan Sontag (via fawksianfella)

[mournfulroses]

Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024

[trysteroo]

Song of the Day All Fires -- Swan Lake

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

[utopians]

Oh shittttt I forgot this was my one wild and precious life

[trysteroo]

"Grief reunites you with what you've lost. It's a merging; you go with the loved thing or person that's going away. In some fashion you split with yourself and accompany it, go part of the way with it on its journey. You follow it as far as you can go."

-- Phillip K. Dick, Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said

[trysteroo]

"Grief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you can't feel grief unless you've had love before it -- grief is the final outcome of love, because it's love lost. You do understand; I know you do. But you just don't want to think about it. It's the cycle of love completed: to love, to lose, to feel grief, to leave, and then to love again. Jason, grief is awareness that you will have to be alone, and there is nothing beyond that because being alone is the ultimate final destiny of each individual living creature. That's what death is, the great loneliness." --Phillip K. Dick, Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said

[nevver]

[nevver]

Yesterday’s Print

[trysteroo]

(still obsessed) New Body Rhumba -- LCD Soundsystem

[liberalbreed]

Valerius de Saedeleer “Winter landscapes”, 1931

[trysteroo]

SONG OF THE DAY Every Star Shivers in the Dark -- Lael Neale