soothenerves:

find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her

memories-of-ancients:

Carved ivory diptych with scenes from the life of Christ, France, circa 1340-1360

from The Art Institute of Chicago

myxomycota:

Cribraria rufa amongst liverwort

by Andy Sands

tresorgizjoralb:

whisperthatruns:

When Eurydice saw him
huddled in a thick cloak,
she should have known
he was alive,
the way he shivered
beneath its useless folds.

But what she saw
was the usual: a stranger
confused in a new world.
And when she touched him
on the shoulder,
it was nothing
personal, a kindness
he misunderstood.
To guide someone
through the halls of hell
is not the same as love.

Gregory Orr, Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)

clottedblog:

I feel not that good it’s up and down idk heres breakfasts i miss my quiche

clottedblog:

libraryholds:

need to cry i need a big cry but i can’t. nothing bad should happen tho. but i need to cry

wanderthewood:

Ven, Sweden by giuliogroebert

westcoastsmoker:

we need to lower the retirement age to 27

thisischeri:

Instagram: cheri.png

bsideheart:

music save me. music. save me music