just an fyi to all you bookworms 📚

in case you are, like me, trying to avoid giving more money to amazon, i want to recommend blackwell's books to you. i actually just received an order from them today. they ship worldwide (quite quickly too i must say!) and have really good prices (the prices for shipping are also included within the price of the book itself, so you don't have to worry about that). plus they send you a really lovely bookmark with your order too! i've added an affiliate link to blackwell's, just in case you'd like to order a book or two for yourself. it would be really nice if you used it. have a lovely day 💓

travelling off-season benefits (isle of skye)

sjowgren

some of my favorite tiny love stories

sjowgren

update:

(from nyt’s modern love column)

Godesses of night in paintings

Auguste Raynaud (French, 1854–1937)

Auguste-Alexandre Hirsch (French, 1833-1912)

François-Léon Bénouville (French, 1821-1859)

Americo Pedro (Brazilian, 1843-1905)

Tokyo Snow by summit1000

Portrieux, 1869, Eugene Boudin

Medium: oil

thefondestblindestweakest

DONATE TO THE GEORGE FLOYD MEMORIAL FOUNDATION

benhargrieves

If anyone’s worried about the validity of this: 

godihatethisfreakingcat

FYI: the donate button on his daughter’s GoFundMe isn’t working, so this might be a good alternative.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ― The Brothers Karamazov

the only way to make living bearable is to romanticize it I guess

reading vincent van goghs letters and he keeps repeating the same thing..��that i may be of use in the world. he repeats it over and over, in questions, in musings, in desperation. how can i be of use in the world? (the most precious question!) how can i be of use in the world? (how can anyone?) reminds me of that mary oliver quote: to pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. if i were any more insightful i could say something profound here, but i think if we keep focused attention on the question, we may find a way to be of some good. like rilke meant. by loving the questions themselves, we may one day stumble upon the answer.

““I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.””

�� Hermann Hesse, Demian

La Sonnambula (aka: Night Shadow), 1946 ballet

“But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived.”

— John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters

kadygrants

idk call me radical or crazy or whatever but people shouldn’t need a reason to care about human lives 

kadygrants

all these posts like “if you listen to kpop / if you like anime / if you watch cdramas you should care about what’s happening right now” are SO tone deaf and weird. people, especially elders, are being attacked and murdered because of their race. that is why you should care. because human lives are being taken and it is wrong. an entire continent and its people should not be reduced to the commodities and entertainment they give to you for you to care about our lives. you should care about us because we’re human beings 

kadygrants

ON TOP OF THAT that rhetoric is turning everyone’s attention to only east asians. yes, east asians are facing increased hatecrimes and racism. but so are south asians. so are north asians. so are west asians. so are pacific islanders. it’s so weird to focus your “activism” on the one group that you deem entertaining or whatever 

go here to donate to atlanta’s chapter of asian americans advancing justice / here’s a twitter thread of donation links

Ivan Gregorovitch Olinsky,��The Feast, San Marc

ULALUME a poem of Edgar Allan Poe

Artist : William Heath Robinson

1909

Art by De Delirium Ad Veritatem

bakwaaas

humans are obsessed with escapism - through movies, books, music, art, daydreams. our souls really weren’t made for this world.