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writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"

Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018

Paula Mela

Sketches from my main I feel like followers on here would like.

Today the sky looked like straight from a van gogh painting

kurt vonnegut, being good at things is not the point of doing them.

Byung-Chul Han, from an interview published in ArtReview

I love seeing prayers and stories of devotees who worship Gods that I don’t worship.

Actually, I’ve always been like this.

I love hearing the tales of religions that I don’t subscribe to. Even if I don’t agree with every Christian, I do enjoy hearing Christians talk about how wonderful Jesus is and what he means to them personally.

I enjoy hearing Muslims talk about their prayers, how they reserve time out of their day for their God.

I enjoy hearing Jews sing their psalms, I love hearing about how they prepare their food, how they consider God’s hands in their meals.

I love hearing about Hellenic rituals and Semetic celebrations. I love learning about the different holy days among different groups of pagans.

I love learning how different people have incorporated different Gods, acts, and customs into their faith. I love hearing about their myths and legends, the stories they tell their children before bed.

I love hearing about the different ways that humanity has connected to their personal idea of God.

I don’t worship Apollon or Shiva today, but I am so delighted to hear the prayers of those that do. It’s like I’m getting to feel the mist erupting off of a waterfall. Or hearing the echo of a song that I do not know the lyrics to, but I can still hum the melody. I can feel the notes permeate my mind, even if I don’t know what they mean.

I love that there are people who worship these Gods that I do not worship. I’m happy that there is so much diversity among humanity that we have enough love in us for all of them.

For the ones that even I don’t know the names of, or felt the warmth of. Someone has.

That’s a very very good thing.

journals

i love how personal journals reflect how we think as individuals. Like the content yes but the format of said content tells so much about a person.Every journal gives you a peek into what goes on in its owner's mind. Are their thoughts organised? do they like visuals more than writing? do they prefer talking to the world or talking to them selves? are they more comfortable in expressing themselves through art and pictures or do they feel better understood through words? or is it a mix of both. Do they care if their art/writing has a solid structure (a begining and an end, title pages etc) or are they just someone who goes with the flow. Do they write to release or do they decorate it to be art. It's crazy how these subtle details act like "body language" of the mind.

“Latham raspberries.” Krider nurseries catalog. 1934.

Internet Archive

—Brené Brown's "Daring Greatly"

I'm turning 18 and i still think like a child. I fear my flesh will grow but my mind will remain at the swing by the playground, the wet grass on my feet, and the tears from expectations. And the nightmare begins; i let the world consume me not me consuming the world.

Top: The moon seen through a telescope ca. 1920-ca. 1925

Bottom: Lunar view 1900-1930

Wounds of the Earth

— by xis.lanyx

Mom. Get out. I'm doing spells.

Lora Mathis

💥✨️

it’s for you!

Heartbroken artists nurture their pain as a mother would her child.

First sketchbook page of the year 💘

- quo - any prns - 19 -

Hello,

idfk what I'm doing.

pfp is by snuffmvtt

basking in

the crux of life

relishing in

its sweetness

knowing it will all

one day be over

[ words by-Anne Dennish //Howling at the Moonby Darshana Suresh]

I love how different forms of art are all obsessed with each other. A book tries to capture the feeling of music, a painting tries to depict a scene in a book, a song tries to paint a picture. And it's always insufficient. No single form of art can encapsulate another form of art and capture the essence of it – but it tries, and its attempts are impossibly compelling. All the forms of art are in love with each other and spend so much time trying to express what makes the other kinds of art so lovely.

Sunrise, Louise Glück