Delightful Paintings By Brian Kershisnik

Love You, Sleep Again, Retier Softly, and Pethetic Little Thing by Tracey Emin

when you pick something up with your feet? monkey momence

good mother by Rachel Eliza Griffiths

excerpt from "Dear Peter" by Ocean Vuong

“When I was nine years old, the world, too, was nine years old. At least, there was no difference between us, no opposition, no distance. We just tumbled around from sunrise to sunset, earth and body as alike as two pennies. And there was never a harsh word between us, for the simple reason that there were no words at all between us; we never uttered a word to each other, the world and I. Our relationship was beyond language—and thus also beyond time. We were one big space (which was, of course, a very small space).”

— Inger Christensen, The Condition of Secrecy

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the moths by mary oliver