magnificentruin:

Nan Goldin Self-Portrait in Blue Bathroom, London 1980
via untrustyou

magnificentruin:

Nan Goldin 
Self-Portrait in Blue Bathroom, London 1980

via untrustyou

rikgarrett:

Previously unreleased Earth Magic image, test print.

rikgarrett:

Previously unreleased Earth Magic image, test print.

mpdrolet:


From Saturn Return
Stepanka Peterka

mpdrolet:

From Saturn Return

Stepanka Peterka

Ida (2013)

 MINISTER 
          Everything is more complicated than  
          you think. You only see a tenth of 
          what is true. There are a million  
          little strings attached to every 
          choice you make; you can destroy 
          your life every time you choose. 
          But maybe you won't know for twenty  
          years. And you'll never ever trace 
          it to its source. And you only get 
          one chance to play it out. Just try  
          and figure out your own divorce. 
          And they say there is no fate, but 
          there is: it's what you create.  
          Even though the world goes on for  
          eons and eons, you are here for a  
          fraction of a fraction of a second.  
          Most of your time is spent being 
          dead or not yet born. But while  
          alive, you wait in vain, wasting 
          years, for a phone call or a letter  
          or a look from someone or something  
          to make it all right. And it never 
          comes or it seems to but doesn't 
          really. And so you spend your time 
          in vague regret or vaguer hope for 
          something good to come along.  
          Something to make you feel 
          connected, to make you feel whole, 
          to make you feel loved.  

          (MORE)

          (CONTINUED)





           SYN, NY - GOLDENROD REVISIONS - JULY 30, 2007118A.

          179 CONTINUED: (2) 179

           MINISTER (CONT'D)
           And the truth is I'm so angry and 
           the truth is I'm so fucking sad,  
           and the truth is I've been so 
           fucking hurt for so fucking long  
           and for just as long have been  
           pretending I'm ok, just to get  
           along, just for, I don't know why,  
           maybe because no one wants to hear  
           about my misery, because they have  
           their own, and their own is too 
           overwhelming to allow them to 
           listen to or care about mine. 
           Well, fuck everybody. 
           Amen. 
djohansson:

Långkärr, 2012
My dad’s cousin used to have animals who lived in this shed. At most she had almost 40 hens, two pigs, two ducks, two geese’s, two parrots, nine cats and a dog.

djohansson:

Långkärr, 2012

My dad’s cousin used to have animals who lived in this shed. At most she had almost 40 hens, two pigs, two ducks, two geese’s, two parrots, nine cats and a dog.

noahkalina:

120550

noahkalina:

120550

One is so easily deluded about the objects of one’s interest.

Tongue
Edvard Kocbek

Show me your tongue,
don’t hide it,
poke it all the way out,
pull a face with it
and make a fool of yourself
as you are bound to do.
Or hide it in your deceitful mouth
and swallow it
so as to be dumbly
faithful to yourself.
Or maybe clench it 
down the middle
and chop it in two
and howl like a beast
so you can start anew
with pure sounds.

creativerehab:

Blue Hattie #5.

creativerehab:

Blue Hattie #5.