DON'T YOU MIND

hannah

[matineaux-deactivated20260222]

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

[floridakilo]

inscription that i am obsessed with

[georgianadesign]

‘Mountain lodge eclectic,’ CA. Michael Rex Architects, Sausalito. Kee Sites photo.

[letterful]

[sadoom-deactivated20251228]

[apocryphics]

but! we! cannot! simply! sit! and! stare! at! our! wounds! forever!

[dolline]

The Bakkhai, Euripides (Trans. Anne Carson)

[strykerlancer-deactivated202405]

— David Foster Wallace , from “The Pale King.”

[strykerlancer-deactivated202405]

Louise Glück, from “Marathon.”

[Text ID: Then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that's how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end.]

[dolline]

The Bakkhai, Euripides (Trans. Anne Carson)

[utwo]

The Morgan Library & Museum

Madison Avenue in Manhattan, New York City.

© A. Lay

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

“I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion— I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.”

— John Keats

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

http://instagram.com/tiltopliving

[megairea]

— Richard Siken, from I Had a Dream About You; Crush, 2005

[vintageeveryday]

Clothes hanging, Naples, Italy, 1950s. Photograph by Victor Padolfi.

[escuyer]

[birdasaurus]

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