Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap
todays bird
titsay
h
we're not kids anymore.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
No title available
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
One Nice Bug Per Day
sheepfilms
@theartofmadeline
taylor price
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Game of Thrones Daily
No title available
AnasAbdin
Not today Justin
ojovivo
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Ireland
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Argentina
seen from Argentina
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@x-vaquerx
…Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity. Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and secrecy. The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.
Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942 (via deaths-and-entrances)
The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men. But I am part of this universe, and the most courageous thing to do is to accept it and the tragedy at the same time.
Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959 (via hijasdelachingada)
We do not have feelings which change us, but feelings that suggest to us the idea of change. Thus love does not purge us of selfishness, but makes us aware of it and gives us the idea of a distant country where this selfishness will disappear.
Albert Camus, Notebooks (via whyallcaps)
Mexican Americans in the 1940s
Celebrando herencia
There are stories behind photos like this one. Stories filled with and from the Chicano Soul
www.Instagram.com/Chicano_Soul
Mexican couple in 1947, Los Angeles CA.
Mexican American Woman in the 1940s
“West Coast Pachucas,” 1947. Photo credit: Does anyone know who took this image or where it was taken?
PACHUCA– a type of woman who knew how to look glamorous in red lipstick and victory rolls, but also hid razor blades in her perfectly-coiffed bouffant (and was not afraid to use them).
People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception. Their decisions are not really decisions at all–a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named–but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they and the world are not.
James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room (via theclassicsreader)
The wound can have (should only have) just one proper name. I recognize that I love — you — by this: you leave in me a wound I do not want to replace.
Jacques Derrida (trans. Alan Bass), The Postcard: from Socrates to Freud and Beyond (via nemophilies)
There’s a tension at the level of syntax that appears when a person is forced to use the language of their oppressor to articulate their trauma. There’s no escaping that tension, so you find a way to work with it, to weaponize it.
Kaveh Akbar, interviewed by Claudia F. Savage for Drunken Boat (via bostonpoetryslam)
Anna Akhmatova
I thought of you—wished you were here with me but I get a keen sort of exhilaration from being alone…
Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Cady Wells, featured in Georgia O’Keeffe: A Life (via luthienne)
