Migration

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Joseph Paul D'Urso, Interior, 1980

i love how different the sea looks at certain moments

Castle in the clouds Mont Saint-Michel in the morning mist… View of famous Le Mont Saint-Michel

by Liubomir Paut

by Sasha

sometimes im like “tone down the Self to fit in” and other times, the voice of God comes to me in a dream and says “I didn’t make you crazy for no reason”

Golden Hour meets Purple - The Quantock Hills, Somerset

Photographed by Freddie Ardley | website | instagram

there she goes again, daydreaming about her future house and how she’ll decorate it knowing she can’t afford a house in this economy ever. and by she i mean me.

Engelberg, Switzerland

really heartbroken about the fact that growing up as a digital native in the age of synthetic paint mixes made it impossible for me to expierience colours for the first time as an adult. the jealousy i feel when imagining a farmer ten thousand years ago seeing cobalt for the first time when stumbling over a new flower is indescribable. i despise the chromatic uneventfulness of my life

after being upset about this for an embarrassingly long time i have decided that this injustice can only be fixed by taking my time to look at all colours one at a time and think about them as if i have never seen them before. there are no flaws in this plan

7c8de6. this colour has an echo and sounds like high synths in a distance. it tastes slightly too sour to be really sweet but still contains sugar. i enjoy it a lot. but it is hard to mix without having a proper cyan at hand. 9/10

73535b. this colour is slightly cool to the touch and emits a low humming noise. it doesn’t smell like anything but tastes a bit tingly. i was apprehensive at first but now i quite like looking at it. it required more black paint than i thought. 7/10

ae1c5e. this colour is a soft pressure on the chest. it sounds like footsteps in adjacent buildings. i gasped in joy when it appeared but looking at it for longer made a melancholic. confusingly, it contains no blue. 7/10

8aae0e. despite its appearances, this colour is inedible. when touched it’s easily crushed between your fingers and leaves a wet residue. i like greens, but this one is suspicious. contains far less blue than you might think. 6/10

a60ed4. this colour crashes over you like a wave and sounds like mechanic bells. it smells slightly acidic in a way that surprisingly reminds of home. it like looking at it while blinking fast. don’t bother mixing this colour. 8/10

Hey op one question why were you tasting the paints

why does the sun rise in the morning? mind your own business man

The Ruins Of Cagliostro - Lupin the Third: The Castle of Cagliostro - Dir. Hayao Miyazaki (1979)

Your persistence is admirable tumblr but even with this godawfully ugly update i can still edit john greens posts. So once again. suck my dick

I love these posts, they no longer exist at the source but we pass them between our blogs like a delightful digital oral history

A kiss between two women, 1910.

Lake In Misty Mountains

when jorge luis borges wrote in a copy of beowulf that he was working on translating, “beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing, the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.”

here’s the full poem! it’s so. something so transcendent something so inevitable and real and conceptually like looking into the abyss and hearing a choir sing your humanity back to you