the mortifying ordeal of being known, the agony of never being understood and the frightening condition of being found <- my existence

is that a penis in your pocket or is it something other than that

Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [transcript in ALT]

How to Maintain Eye Contact, Robert Wood Lynn

Kevin Kantor, from “Honest Confessions on Letting Go”

can someone fucking linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. can someone fucking forget their scarf in my life & come back later for it. please

Sun on the horizon (Naomi Kawase, 1996)

Megan Fernandes, from “Fabric in Tribeca,” in Good Boys

Map of regional rug patterns of Iran.

This map is actually accurate. If you go to its source, WikiRug and click on each province, it will direct you to a wikirug page about that particular rug.

September when the leaves begin to fall.

My favorite September video.

poem by Billy Collins

sometimes you dont eat fruit for awhile and then you eat some fruit and you're like oh fuck its fruit

i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem

another favorite from justine kurland’s girl pictures

the age old question

Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

Venus meets the Pleiades

i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this