longing

if i love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

[blueblackdream]

Paul Popper, Twiggy, 1967

[aquaticwonder]

Fipé Gouge Merrall

[outsh]

Looking for Atlantic City Franck Bohbot

[certasluas]

[gaelgarcia]

“The emblematic scene of the film is the embrace of the four sons and Sofia with Cleo, among the waves of the Gulf of Mexico. More than a hug is a tree of arms, a sacramental tree. It’s the tree of the Mexican family.” — Alfonso Cuarón 

Roma (2018)

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

“No one ever kissed me like that, into blackness.“

– H. D., Nights

[nightmaskart]

Come back to me

[unchildhood]

JORGE LUIS BORGES x CHIHARU SHIOTA

Elogio de la sombra, or In Praise of Darkness (1969), translated by Norman Thomas di Giovanni;

A Room of Memory (2009), installation pictured at the 21st Century Museum of Contemporary Art, Kanazawa

[persebone]

“And even now in the gathering dark of a late afternoon in December, of one more year stretching between us, I think of you. I remember.”

— Tom Hansen, from “December Monologue,”  Rattle #24 (Winter 2005)

[evolvingessence]

“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”

— James Baldwin

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

When it rains and you’re a child and you’re in your little wood cabin in the forest,

Margaret Atwood, from “Two Solicitudes,” orginally published c. 1998

[leezajonee]

ig story self portraits

finger line drawing by me - leezajoneé

[lifeinpoetry]

… yes, all of my life I have lived in a painting called Paradise with its frame of black varnish and gold leaf, and I am told some girls slide their fingers over the frame and feel the air outside of it, and some even climb over the edge and plummet into whatever 

is beyond it. Some say it is hell, and some say just another, bolder paradise, and some say a dark wilderness, and some say an unswept museum or library floor, and some say a long-lost love waits there wearing bloody riding clothes, returned from war, and some say freedom, which is a word that tastes strange, like a green plum.

— Diane Seuss, from “I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise,” Still Life with Two Dead Peacocks and a Girl

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“The loneliness is torture, like thirst,”

— Lázaro Santana, tr. by Constance Sullivan, from “Without Love and Alone,”

[jameskirk]

“you are not my cure, nobody has that power, (…)”

— Margaret Atwood, from Is / Not in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″ (via adrasteiax)

[last-picture-show]

Martin Parr, Wales, 1989

[fotojournalismus]

A shepherd leads his herd back from grassland in the Talesh mountain area, close to the Caspian Sea, in Iran on December 19, 2016. (Ebrahim Noroozi/AP)