i remember the feeling of teenage obsession, and i miss it desperately. few things about our everyday lives are more genuinely magical to me than the way that loving something with commitment can rewire your understanding of time: instead of dates or semesters, i can place moments of my early life inside the year where i only read vonnegut, the month i first loved the smiths, the autumn i spent with that rilke poem. it manages to make time physical — it turns it into something that can be tasted and touched. i want my life to be textured by the periods i spent perfecting a stone fruit hot honey cake or watching murder mysteries. wouldn’t it be wonderful to one day taste a cake and remember how you felt in september? i have many criticisms of rapid-fire, non-stop consumption, but none are so personal to me as this: when we submit to a cultural landscape that tells us to never stop looking for the new shiniest thing, we lose a kind of language for understanding ourselves and others. loving is a muscle that’s been strategically atrophied by a culture of manic consumption and constant availability.
- rayne fisher-quann
im never not thinkin abt these lyrics
rhinoplasty this buccal fat removal that for godssake watch a film produced in a country that isn’t the united states of america read a book read non-fiction learn to sew go to a pottery class go on a walk talk to old people look at medieval manuscripts do something interesting stop looking in the mirror so much someone will fuck you someone will love you and if not it doesn’t even matter that much but do something you don’t need botox you need to build muscle before you’re old and take care of your bones and take max 3 pictures of yourself per year
'If you don't like graffiti look away like you do for genocide"
Seen in Austin, Texas
Religious cults in ancient societies
Poison and why it’s so prominent in mystery novels
Methods of forensic investigations throughout the years
Influence of fashion based on past media
The transition to the Renaissance and renaissance philosophy
The pioneers of Pop Art
Artists in times of war
Music and political propaganda
Symbolism in surrealistic art
The Trail of Tears
Dead branches of evolution
Art Fraud
Barbie doll fashion
Southern Asian Empires
Advance of science and maths in Islamic kingdoms
Dark academia and its subtle racism and elitism/classisms
What defines as ‘alien’ in different cultures
Opium War
Modernism in South America
Egyptian revolution
White washing in media
Racial identity in the Caribbean
History of puppetry in Chinese drama
Problems revolving organized crimes
Cuban missile crisis and the Cold War
any true crime case that fascinates you
Your views on immortality
Feral children and the impact of isolation
Themes of self discovery in Albert Camus ‘The Stranger’
Early concepts of feminism in literature and then later on music
Add some of your own in the comments :)
it really pisses me off how easy it is to get sad and then how long and hard it is to get happy again like what the fuck man thats not fair
—longing for love
what i could never confess without some bravado by emily palermo // nickie zimov // homosexuality by frank o’hara // normal people (2020) // the unabridged journal by sylvia plath // holly warburton
good music should beat the shit out of you
A display from a smalltown second hand bookstore. What has been found in books.
some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:
Point Defiance Steps
Mates
Rising Tides
Vashon Steps