Sanctum
losing my mind over on summer crushing, by hanif abdurraqib
Alexandra Taylor
Earth Views
𝖠𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖽𝗈𝗆
Jurassic Coast, Southern England by Ernest de Kat
home of vanessa bell, english painter and sister of virginia woolf
sketchbook, fall 2016
Selva Aparicio: Childhood Memories (2020) hand carved tapestry directly into wooden flooring
Various patterns and colors of Trout skin
btw i found out that there are actually two major types of bleeding heart doves, and that while one of them looks like it bears a wound on its chest, the other looks like the one who made it
star-crossed lovers
Mathilde Augustadam
Curled Up Roger Parry, 1965 / Sb, 2018 / Pictor Mulier, 2018 / Paul Gauguin, 1921 / Stefania Panelli, 2006 / Bastiaan Woudt, 2020 / Quang Ho, 2014 / Svetlana Tartakovska, 2019
i have too much joie de vivre for this
i’m so serious when i say excessive fear of being annoying/creepy/taking up people’s energy etc holds us back. it seems like it’s just little things but they add up. over the past month i’ve ordered food and drinks almost exclusively by asking “do you have a favorite?” and i know if i said that on twitter or wherever ppl would dogpile me for demanding emotional labor of servers or w/e but every single person i’ve asked has seemed genuinely psyched to answer! i don’t ask if it’s busy obvi, and use a phrasing that gives them the easy out of “i don’t have one”— but no one has taken it! the girl at the cafe confessed to me with something like conspiracy in her voice how everybody raves about the gluten free chocolate chip cookies and sure, they’re great, but the delicious, fluffy homemade waffles are RIGHT THERE. the barbera the bartender recommended was actually kind of awful but it broke the ice and we ended up talking for like 45 minutes. the bodega guy declared that he usually makes himself a burger but tonight was “a breakfast sandwich night” and tbh he was totally right. it WAS a breakfast sandwich night
glad u guys are enjoying this post bc i’m quickly becoming incapable of ordering stuff any other way. i sat at the bar at a crowded brunch place the other day and it was a gamble bc i realize the gal was probably stressed, but when i did go ahead and ask she told me “oh the banana french toast. definitely” with an almost religious certainty. now normally i don’t order french toast! i don’t have that kind of courage! but when she came over later to ask me how the french toast was i got to look this human being in the eyes and answer “life-affirming,” to which she responded “RIIIIIIIGHT”. anyway, live deliciously
Anna Trochim — Hot Summer (oil on canvas, 2020)