[iamnotmitski]

i want my shows to be a place you can find or let go or forget or reorganize the stuff inside you, if only for an hour.

[cinema-shots]

“ I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.”

Before Sunset (2004)

[sentimental-obsessions]

Sophie Calle, from “Doubles-jeux, Livre V, L'Hôtel”

[keptinqueer]

All I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

Richard Siken, “Crush”

[tacvbana]

“Father, this thick air is murderous. I would breathe water.”

— Sylvia Plath (via killerspade)

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Nickolas Muray :: Ruth St. Denis and Ted Shawn at Mariarden, 1923 | src: NYPL

[biodegrade]

me after a quiet day in: Time for a quiet night in

[shantisheaan]

From the outside, 2016. Oil on canvas, 90 x 85 cm. Shanti Shea An.

[funfettichild]

[lifeinpoetry]

What does the God of your childhood look like?            A soft apparition pigeoned in the attic,

a wound eating you one year at a time?

— Rachel McKibbens, from “outhouse,” published in Vinyl

[songs-about-leaving]

[plasticblisss]

Petit tailleur (2010) dir. Louis Garrel

[plasticblisss]

Naomi Campbell at Versace

[plasticblisss]

“As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.”

The Dreamers, 2003

[mixed-art-deactivated20241016]

Jarek Puczel

[melissem]

A room with a skylight

Fumi Koike (flickr)

[lilscorpihoe]

“Dear terror, / I came looking and I find you everywhere.”

— Camille Rankine, from “Dear Enemy:,” Incorrect Merciful Impulses (via lifeinpoetry)