chloeinletters:

Love hate relationship with summer :-/

luthienne:

ALT

Tony Hoagland, from Application for Release from the Dream; “The Complex Sentence”

(via heartcountry)

nssrnv:

“Dirty, stained, withered, broken things seem beautiful to me.”

—  Yohji Yamamoto

(via ruegracieuse)

memoryslandscape:

The heart, it hoards—
how I know this—

— Kevin Young, from “The Stair,” Poetry (vol. 222, no. 4, July / August 2023)

farmlesbians:

i love her so bad

zeewipark:

I’ll be waiting here, at the river of my imagination.

© Jee Won Park (ig: zeewipark)

(via bisexualgirlfriend)

weusedtobegiants:

I want to go back to the beginning. We all do. I think: hurt won’t be there. But I’m wrong.

Gregory Orr, from Concerning The Book That Is The Body Of The Beloved

(via luthienne)

facelessoldgargoyle:

:

when sartre said “hell is other people” he failed to mention that heaven is also other people

Sartre said in 1971, “But that’s only that side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also ‘Heaven is each other.’ … Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven, on the other hand, is very simple—and very hard: caring about your fellow beings.”

(via juliens-bakery)

zegalba:

Björk’s House in Iceland Located: Elliðaey Island

fairydrowning:

“Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.”

– Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

zegalba:

close-ups of butterfly and moth wing scales

oblitarumnm-deactivated20230712:

“If you’re going to leave me, let it be in one single strike. Fast and devastating, but never as painful as your usual gentleness. Because this is capable of confusing my senses, and nothing can be crueler than believing that under other circumstances you would stay.”

flowerytale:

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980