Stibnium - Splendor Noctis

your hand touching mine. this is how galaxies collide. ― Sanober Khan

― Carolyn Forché / Katatsumori (Naomi Kawase, 1994) / John Berger / Katrien de Blauwer / Hélène Cixous / Bruno Munari / Eli Craven / Sharon Olds / Hart Crane / A Hidden Life (Terrence Malick, 2019) / Mary Ruefle / Robert Bly / Hans Bellmer / Richard Siken / Eli Craven / Cassandra Clare / Katrien de Blauwer / Louise Glück ―

congratulations! you’re now a pirate. your seventh most recent emoji is the symbol on your flag. mine is ™️

I found a 1937 article on Robespierre’s lesser known Parisian residence (in the Marais: rue Saintonge, where he lived from October 1789 to July 1791) with descriptions and two pics of the interior before the building was destroyed! 

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; “Between Aging and Old”

Claudia Keep (American,b.1993)

Morning Swim, 2022

Oil on masonite panel

The World of Interiors, June 1990. Photo - Jean-Bernard Naudin

Fun fact for our international followers: If someone in Australia cuts down a tree on public land to improve the view from their house, the local government will install a sign to block that view again

Yellow Irises‏ by Claude Monet + Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I have loads of things I hyperfixate on and they vary and change over time, so an older one I had was the American transcendentalist movement that occurred in massachusetts and to be Frank with you although I was deeply interested in the ideas and philosophy of the movement in which is essentially about humans being inherently good and being at risk of corruption by society and institutions and the idea of embracing idealism and focusing on nature and being against materialism. I was more captivated by the key individuals of that movement namely Ralph Waldo Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Dickinson, and Alcott and their lifestyles I think that is something I enjoy to casually think about; the little things, like people avoiding hawthorns because he talked too much, or thoreau and Emerson getting into a heated argument but still remains best friends, or Emily dickinskin keeping up with the things written by thoreau or Emerson, or nathaniel hawthorns and his wife roaming in their garden which they called Eden, or Louise alcott having a crush on Emerson and getting flustered around him, rainy days in thoreau's cabin and imagine having a conversation with him about what he has learnt while living there, hawthorne telling Emerson that thoreau said he would teach him how to sail a boat on walden pond.

I don't know I just wanted to say that.