[pnglove]

SUN AND MOON PNGS ♡

[mylittleteenageideas]

a warm cup of tea 🍵

[vintagecamping]

Camping at the base of the Hallasan on Jeju Island

South Korea

1968

[zephyyyrr]

i wish i could transfer my period cramps to evil men i hate

[carposeurs]

[heiibo]

cutest adorable horangi and kkachi

[gonzogirl88]

You don’t realize how good you have it til you lose institutional JSTOR access

[digital-erosion]

[mondlichty]

[theliteraryluggage]

“Here is what the sea smells like. It is more texture than scent, because the sea is primarily made of two substances that have no smell of their own: water and salt. Salt has no smell, but makes the air sting, and so all of the other smells of the sea are layered upon the pang of salt. Water has no smell but instead a comfort. We feel moisture as life and so the smells of the ocean are layered upon the contentment of the water. Salt is treble and water is bass. I don’t know how I know this is true, but I know it is true. The sea smells like old wood and wet leaves. Like cold mud and warm stone. Like every creature who has ever lived in it, a churning graveyard and nursery. Like winds from the inland carrying the hot circulation of life and winds from the ocean carrying the distant froth of waves against ships and islands. Like gray, only more so. Like blue, only less so.”

— The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home, Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor

[kitkatclubcopia]

Only Neil Gaiman would make a character who is a gay cat god who wants to fuck a repressed Edwardian boy

[warmfigure]

my very talented friend emma came over recently and took photos of my home

i think she captured it so perfectly

[heavenlycreatures]

valoa valoa valoa (2023) directed by inari niemi

[buron]

[sapphicstoners]

sapphic daydreams ❀

[ryan-sometimes]

My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.

[campesine]