Plutonier-Major Căpşună

sawasawako-archived:

i love children’s fiction so much. you’re right, it IS about love and kindness and bravery

zeena-athena:

spandexbutterfly4lyfe:

Real talk why does social interaction feel like you’re trying to get a good grade in being a person

Ahhh, glad to see it always comes back to this

mehreenkhan:

Are we what we do with time, or are we what time does with us?

— Mahmoud Darwish

kristina100000:

spitblossoms:

laurelindorenan:

I love how different forms of art are all obsessed with each other. A book tries to capture the feeling of music, a painting tries to depict a scene in a book, a song tries to paint a picture. And it’s always insufficient. No single form of art can encapsulate another form of art and capture the essence of it – but it tries, and its attempts are impossibly compelling. All the forms of art are in love with each other and spend so much time trying to express what makes the other kinds of art so lovely.

snowditchbody:

detailedart:

Clearest picture of Jupiter, from Earth. Isn’t she beautiful? Actually hundreds of photos taken by the Gemini North Telescope in Hawaii, compiled to produce the infrared snap in order to see beyond Jupiter’s hazy atmosphere.

satanasaeternus:

Nickie Zimov

lifeinpoetry:

. What part shame,
the anatomy of lust?
What part humiliation?
What part exposure?
What part transgression?

What part chthonic impulse?—

Bet Persephone got just a little bit wet
toward the end of summer,
and Hades
on her mind.

— Caroline Randall Williams, “Anatomy of Lust,” Lucy Negro, Redux

accessible version:

What part shame,
the anatomy of lust?
What part humiliation?
What part exposure?
What part transgression?

What part chthonic impulse?—

Bet Persephone got just a little bit wet
toward the end of summer,
and Hades
on her mind.

xshayarsha:

“And I will want to leave again and again.”

— Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Georges Izambard, Nov. 2, 1870.

spitblossoms: