thotfuss:
Missed The Boat (Modest Mouse) // The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald) // Beartown (Fredrik Backman) // Snow and Dirty Rain (Richard Siken) // It (Stephen King) // Daydream/Wetdream/Nightmare (Saint Motel) // West Virginia (The Front Bottoms) // For M (Mikko Harvey) // Swimming Pool (The Front Bottoms)
psikonauti:
Julia Soboleva (Latvian,b.1990)
Pretty Birdies, Hungry Kitties, 2021
jareckiworld:
Tuesday Riddell — Seed Snow Stream (gold & silver leaf, gold powder, lustre powder and paint on japanned board, 2021)
‘‘ I think here I will leave you. It has come to seem
there is no perfect ending.
Indeed, there are infinite endings.
Or perhaps, once one begins,
there are only endings.
—— Louise Glück,
Faithful and Virtuous Night (via
proustitute)
onthecoverofamagazine:
Saint Mark’s Place | V Magazine fall 2010
Agynes Deyn y Mike Caiazzo ~
Foto: Alasdair McLellan
raulirizarry:
6lacksoul:
IG: n0rmanalexis
i took this picture back in may 2018 and i didn’t know it was on tumblr lmao
(Source: instagram.com)
‘‘ The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.
‘‘ It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.
