KENYA. 1980. People In The Village Of Voi, Looking At The Eclipse Through Smoked Glass Protection.

tumblr is so great it’s like the diary is talking back

OUR LOVE IS AN OPEN WOUND

sierra demulder // haruki murakami // nikolay tolmachev // hieu minh nguyen // sierra demulder // osamu dazai.

GOD SURPASSES US AS THE BEST LOVER.

Visions of Ecstasy (1989) dir. Nigel Wingrove / Léonard Bellivaux, Mary Magdalene in Adoration before the Crown of Thorns, 1866 / Philippe de Champaigne, Le Christ mort couché sur son linceul (detail), 1654 / Francesco Vanni, Saint Catherine Drinks the Blood of Christ (detail), 1594 / Francesco Hayez, Crucifixion with Mary Magdalene Kneeling and Weeping (detail), 1827 / Jean-Luc Marion, The Erotic Phenomenon.

“Do you realize that all great literature is all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn’t it such a relief to have somebody say that?”

— Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

i miss you more than i remember you

clementine von radics / c. c. aurel / miles johnston / ranata suzuki / clementine von radics / sue zhao / madeline miller / lily thula / salma deera / clementine von radics / shelby eileen / jedaleyjd via pinterest / holly warburton / mary oliver / mitski / sea wolf / nickie zimov / the mountain goats

I have to remember how much it hurt. I can't make that same mistake again.

good essays i’ve read this year

“the siren song” by nina maclaughlin

“out there: on not finishing” by devin kelly

“illuminating kirinyaga: meaing and knowing in mount kenya’s forests” by tristan mcconnell

“on the igbo art of storytelling” by ikechukwu ogbu

“poetry fills tehran streets as iranians adapt nowruz rituals to corona restrictions” by alex shams

“writing emails to my late father” by krista stevens

“panic is worse than pain: how fiction failed me after trauma” by jenn ashworth

Supernatural / Dean & Cas // Love Of The Wolf by Hélène Cixous

Happy birthday @deansmithfag!

Be who you are, even if it kills you.

It will. Over and over again, Even as you live.

Break my heart, why don’t you?

— Joy Harjo, from "Break My Heart," Weaving Sundown in a Scarlet Light

from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers