This has always been the place.

Girls night in.

i love it when male biographers talk shit on women for rejecting their male biographees bc the misogyny inevitably goes so far it turns into homoeroticism naruto-style

SAKAMOTO Koichi（坂本好一 Japanese, b.1932）

etching    here, here, here and here

brief multi-media zine about lycanthropy and depersonalization <33

printable version under the cut !

"Second Sight" - Danusha Laméris

Back then, it freaked my friends out I knew things I had no way of knowing, like that the 680 East would be closed the next day, a trip to Tahoe, cancelled. Or how I called my boyfriend the night before the giant quake, told him Something big is going to happen tomorrow. And when it hit, I was in the open field everyone else was running to, watching at a distance as windows cracked, chunks of glass falling to the ground. What’s next? they’d ask, as if I’d know or as if knowing would do any good, the world still coming down around us: children kidnapped from the corner store, poison in the water, planes shot from the sky. So when I dreamt my parents’ house exploded, I hoped it was a metaphor but a week later a fire climbed the dry scrub uphill and torched the gas lines. My family got out but lost almost everything: photographs, Christmas ornaments, my grandmother’s gold. Though the gift of seeing is something I think I got from her, my mother’s mother, if such a thing can be passed down. A rogue strand of DNA slipped into the chain, a code for here’s what’s coming, for beware. Useless, maybe. Or maybe the way our line survived, a pantry full of extra stores, an escape route cut through the underbrush, a knife at the ready.

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow

I cast spell of... of.... kissie kissie kissie kissue kissie kissie

Lutra lutra, burning eye.

Girlfriends 🪶

If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

Well i Love you if that helps

disco elysium grabbing me by the shoulders: "listen, everything is going to end and it's inevitable so do something beautiful while you still have the time. look at the men playing petanque in the bomb crater, look at the guy composing poetry as he imagines being with his wife and kids. there's a woman making dice in the chimney of an old commercial area. those kids are making music inside of a church. paint a wall, sing karaoke, play board games. everything is going to end but in the meantime something beautiful is going to happen. and maybe even the giant bug is real in the end."

Herman Melville's Moby Dick: or, The Whale. Custom binding designed by Susan Ebanks and bound by Chaim Ebanks of Exeter Bookbinders; white Chieftain Goatskin leather with blind tooling, gilt lettering, and glass prosthetic eye, 2023. [x]

Part of an upcoming exhibition at the Peabody Essex Museum, "Draw Me Ishmael: The Book Arts of Moby Dick" opening on June 1, 2024.