light-eater, light-loving.

blaise, he/him, poet i hope this string of selves ends in light

[weepingwidar]

Lara de Moor (Dutch, 1969) - Let's Build a Fire (2005)

[sandmoonyelse]

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Edward Cohen written c. September 1950

[whimsigothwitch-deactivated2026]

Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs

[kakaollusut-deactivated20240810]

[aaresx]

Albert Camus, The Fall

[gentlier]

But the heart has its own memory

and I have forgotten nothing.

[psikonauti]

Katherine Bowling (American, b. 1955)

Summer Sun, 2021

Oil on spackle on wood panel

[matchagirl]

https://www.instagram.com/p/ChxCNl-LukH/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

[nativephunk]

[inspirationlost]

Vivien Martineau :: The relationship between us and trees

[aridante]

the complete works: the diary, virginia woolf // erasure, zoë lianne // dandelion wine, ray bradbury // the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, sylvia plath // the women, kim addonizio // august, mary oliver // the moon and more, sarah dessen // high bridge park, carlie hoffman.

[beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023]

Luke Edward Hall, Green flowers in the light of a green sun, 2021

[mango-season]

Trista Mateer, "Baggage", from Honeybee

[sunsounds]

[text ID: I’ve gotten so good / about not flinching at the sound of your name / that people don’t know I’d still throw myself / mouth-open into the ocean / for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it. end ID]

[5oil]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CF4uYVclKQu/

[drtrinitysantos]

the CDC recommends that you return to work even if you're showing symptoms of being a giant cockroach

[ribombeee]

the sparrow by mary doria russell + casimir pulaski day by sufjan stevens

[luthienne]

W.H. Auden, from “Funeral Blues”

Moira Smiley, from “Donal Og”

[sunsounds]

[ID1: text reading “He was my North, my South, my East and West, / My working week and my Sunday rest, / My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; / I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. // The stars are not wanted now; put one every one / Pack up the moon and dismantle and sun / Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; / For nothing now can ever come to any good.”

ID2: text reading “For you took what’s before me and what’s behind me / You took East and West when you would not mind me / Sun, moon, and stars from my sky you have taken / And God as well, or I am much mistaken — “ end IDs]

[valtsv]

staring into the bathroom mirror gripping the sink and telling myself "you are not uniquely horrible you are literally just some guy"