reconciliation of a melancholic mind

nemfrog:

Solar eclipse observed in Guntur, Andhra Pradesh, India in 1868. Through magic glasses. 1890.

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requiem-on-water:

Stein Egil Liland

poemswords:

“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
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enchantedbook:

Art by Julia Petrova

losinmysoul:

holywaif:

i am a little soul carrying around a corpse

faeriefully:

social media has really warped our perception of creativity and hobbies. Stop doing things to post them. Just write. Just journal. Just sketch. Just read. Just annotate. Just sing. Just crochet. Just do the thing you’re going to do with the assumption no one will ever see or know you did it. Stop performing. Just enjoy it.

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Wordy by aavfvl

tworobocops:

there is no old self to get back to there’s a new u to create n nurture

howelljenkins:

howelljenkins:

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

to love and be loved is to rest