drunk celestial slacker monstrosity

cemeteries aren’t creepy they’re actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity

Ocean Liner, SS St Paul, ca. 1900

april in northern california, 2024

snoopy in liminal spaces zine

A woman and her 3-year-old daughter feeding seagulls on the promenade during their holiday in St Ives, Cornwall 1957.

© Getty Images.

girl holding a coyote, photographed by Charles Belden between 1914-1940 | via Boy Howdy

the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window

im always on my way back home to myself

Francoise Hardy playing the guitar, 1960s

Images from Scaf le Phoque (Scaf the Seal, 1936) by Rojan, aka Russian illustrator Feodor Rojankovsky (1891–1970)

jonphotodump

i already have a job and it's called keeping myself alive. why do i have to be employed on top of that

i think the worst thing about the whole “anti-woke” culture is how it’s not only dumbing down people (folks are literally forgetting pronouns are an actual word class, an inseperable part of grammar and everyday speech) but also praising meanness and insensibility above all. it has managed to make malice and unkindness synonymous with factfulness and reason as if intelligence didn’t stem from emotions. as if feelings weren’t the very core of human beings. as if knowledge wasn’t achieved through passion, sympathy, and open-mindedness. as if the whole crux of this entire anti-wokeness movement wasn’t rooted in pure unadulterated emotion of hatred and hostility.