firstfullmoon:

Is it possible

to stop loving everything? The
owl. The hawk. Every person
I meet. To see everyone as my
mother. To have a heart like this

is to be made of midnight.
There are always too
many questions to ask
and not enough time. To
love so much is to live

within birds. I have been
waiting for this heart to fade
or at least to kneel.

— Victoria Chang, from “Marfa, Texas,” in The Trees Witness Everything

vagisil:

Ayo Edebiri | Interview Magazine

zegalba:

Aphex Twin’s studio

allhailthe70shousewife:

Don’t know where or what I am looking at but I swear I have been here in a dream.

booksnpictures:

good morning to this tree by the riverside and this tree only

(müggelspree, germany)

themarchingbeetle:

Staurniidae moths

frachella:

fionaapplerocks:

pwlanier:

Calf’s Head and Ox Tongue Date:

c. 1882

Artist:

Gustave Caillebotte

French, 1848-1894

AIC

sweatermuppet:

from godspell by philip levine, published in the last shift

[Text ID: A lifetime passes / in the blink of an eye. You look back and think, / That was heaven, so of course it had to end. /End ID]

dykearchive:

Phyllis Christopher / Dawn Lewis, Nothing But The Girl: The Blatant Lesbian Image (1996) complied by Jill Posener and Susie Bright

lemondesouterrain:

EATEN ALIVE!!
I don’t think about stuff much anymore

antoinemaillard:

Sketch book of my trip in USA on Fall 2022.
San Francisco, Portland, Austin