sweatermuppet:

at times when hope is too big of a thing to have, curiosity (even clinical or small) is a very good placeholder

foxeia:

Olivia

weepingwidar:

Dianna Settles (Vietnamese-American, 1989) - My Butterfly Year (2022)

sweatermuppet:

from abell 2218 by eric gamalinda, published in amigo warfare: poems

[Text ID: I use my body to find love. I eat all the wrong foods. I believe what I see with my own two eyes. Fear eats me. I have to look for a job. I can sprint faster than sound. I burn forever, I have no end. /End ID]

uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh:

Fadekemi Ogunsanya, Abundance of Love, 2021

accessible-art:

leahgardner-art:

2022, oil on cradled wood panel

[ID: A painting of four midsized lit white candles atop a table or shelf. The candles are all warped by the heat and are in various stages of melting, with a puddle of melted wax having formed beneath them. The painting has visible brushstrokes. End ID.]

tinyghosthands:

stjerneblomster:

“It is a muggy August morning and the air in the room is still. Well over half the year has gone by already, which is a worry. I wanted to make something of myself this year. There’s still time, I think. Definitely some time.”

— Yrsa Daley-Ward, “The Terrible”  (via sapphoisms)

lifeinpoetry:

What will you do with your youth,
It wants to know, once you are safe
And free?

— Stephanie Burt, from “Kurt Wagner’s Song,” We Are Mermaids