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getting paid $100 to let a puppy sleep in bed w/ me all weekend

“… is it not possible—I often wonder—that things we have felt with great intensity have an existence independent of our minds; are in fact still in existence? And if so, will it not be possible, in time, that some device will be invented by which we can tap them?”

Virginia Woolf, from “A Sketch of the Past,” in Moments of Being (Harvest Books, 1985)

(Source: wavingtovirginia, via artspotting)

jonahrosenberg:

Ein Gedi / عين جدي / עֵין גֶּדִי 2013
le-chant-des-axiomes:

N° 270
aqqindex:

Dieter Rams, House
distantstations:

Edward Weston, Nude on sand, Oceano, 1936

Nudo Rosa, 1967 by Lucio Fontana 
lawrenceleemagnuson:

Helen Frankenthaler (USA 1928-2011)Summerscene, Provincetown (1961)acrylic on canvas, paper 50.9 x 61 cmSmithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC
drydockshop:

The Complete Book of Decorating | Corinne Benicka ©1976

Are you healed or do you only think you’re healed?

I told myself
from nothing
nothing could be taken away.

But can you love anyone yet?

When I feel safe, I can love.

But will you touch anyone?

I told myself
if I had nothing
the world couldn’t  touch me.

In the bathtub, I examine my body.
We’re supposed to do that.

I was vigilant: when I touched myself 
I didn’t feel anything.

Were you safe then?

I was never safe, even when I was most hidden.
Even when I was waiting.

So you couldn’t protect yourself?

The absolute
erodes; the boundary, the wall
around the self erodes.
If I was waiting I had been 
invaded by time.

But do you think you’re free?

I think I recognize the patterns of my nature.

But do you think you’re free?

I had nothing
and I was still changed.
Like a costume, my numbness
was taken away. Then
hunger was added.

-

Louise Glück, from Mutable Earth

(Source: incomfortable)


Andy Warhol (American, 1928-1987), Unidentified male, c.1955. Ink on paper, 16 3/4 x 13 7/8 in.
aqqindex:

Ezio Bonfanti, Cesare Macchi Cassia and Marco  Porta, House, Circa 1972

Henri Matisse
Nude Among the Waves, 1938

sade, somebody already broke my heart


helen frankenthaler, around the clock with red