Into the coven

↟↡ - "Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!" - ↟↡ // cancer, germany

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Choose understanding. Choose acceptance. Choose kindness. Choose compassion. Not only towards others but also towards yourself.

[woundgallery]

“Marilyn Monroe said, “If they love you that much without knowing you, they can also hate you the same way.” All idealisation is punishing and sadistic.”

— JACQUELINE ROSE

[lettersfromthelighthouse]

“Sometimes you can change the psychic space, the landscape of the emotions, by carrying out actions in the physical world. I suppose in a way that’s what art is (…).”

— Olivia Laing, The Lonely City (2016)

[windingnumbers-unwind-deactivat]

In the blue shadows—

the discovery at that time a gentle sadness.

[Found poetry. Lines borrowed from the poetry of Mary Oliver, Anne Carson, & Joanne Rose]

[Composed using my photos and photos shared by my dear friend Ana.]

[nontemporary]

[perseph0ne]

robert brault / elizabitchtaylor / marguerite duras / edvard munch / kazuo ishiguro / edgar allan poe / lisa kleypas / frederic william burton / plato / emery allen

[jazbaaati]

“I do not remember being born

or how I knew my mother’s face.

Only that we woke to the sound

of pots banging against the stove,

knowing she would be downstairs.”

Kate Baer, “Childhood”.

[elegyforadream]

[huariqueje]

Sun Dreams   -   Poul Anker Bech , 1973.

Danish, 1942–2009

Oil on canvas,

[shisasan]

[shisasan]

𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[dazzling-silence]

scan from 80s french interior magazine

[rynoook]

things about love & connection 💐

[thefugitivesaint]

Abraham Teniers (1629-1670), ‘Barbershop with Monkeys and Cats’, 1633-67

[doeberman-deactivated20210530]

lots to discuss w myself in shower therapy tonight

[couldbedon]

growing into a woman is the most heartwrenching experience ive ever had to go thru. the lessons, the mistakes, the signs, the realizations, the anger— its consuming. ive never felt something of this magnitude.

[endless-unfolding]

“A tongue will wrestle its mouth to death and lose— language is a cemetery.”

— Natalie Diaz, from “Cloud Watching,” When My Brother Was an Aztec (Copper Canyon, 2012)