literally nothing is too small. there are no ordinary things. awe is all around us
Danzatrici (I sec.), dalla Casa di Cicerone - Pompei, Museo Archeologico Nazionale, Napoli.
[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]
Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)
what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become
— A Prayer, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
[text ID: I’m only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps.]
& what do I know about heaven? The same thing I know about wings, I can’t have it—
— Yesenia Montilla, from "MUSE FOUND IN A COLONIZED BODY," Muse Found in a Colonized Body
“And I saw it didn’t matter / who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone.”
— Dorianne Laux, from “After Twelve Days of Rain”, What We Carry
“I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone And all i loved, i loved alone.”
— Edgar Allan Poe, From “Alone.”
— Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963”
— Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Stanley Pennell
Caspar David Friedrich - An Artist In His Studio Contemplating A Moonlit Street From His Opened Window
sometimes self-care is consuming a piece of media for the 174th time
Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of
[said with such intense autotune that i can barely be understood] my tummy hurts