angel

from the archives of octavia butler

Armand Doré (detail)

Georgia O’Keeffe - Starlight Night, Lake George (1922)

Of Power and Time, Mary Oliver / Liana Finck for the New Yorker

I’m made of love and I move with love

the universe exists as many times as there are people who have ever lived in it. it's just. insane to think about. the world that i experience is mine and the world that you experience is yours and they're similar but never the same. all relationships, all homes, all pains and joys, everything that makes a person's existence, is unique to them.

the magnitude of human life is unimaginable.

When I Am Among the Trees

When I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.

– Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems

handmade felt explorations/samples for one of my classes. middle row left and bottom right got dyed brown accidentally so they don't look the way i intended them to but i don't hate the end results.

— Ursula Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (via exhaled-spirals)

On This the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart by Laura Lamb Brown-Lavoie

- Camus

franz wright

moved all my oils and perfumes and things to my dresser

Gabriele Münter - Breakfast of the Birds (1934)