arielries:

Snood Time

This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it.
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning.
Raymond Carver, “The Gift” (via letters-to-nobody)

abandonedandurbex:

An agave growing massive in this long-abandoned greenhouse [1024x768]

boycomics:

i have needs!! and eggs!!

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hiroo-suzuki:

猫城主ぶちまる 』 The cat lord of a castle –Buchimaru

136㎜×121㎜  2017年 鈴木博雄 Hiroo Suzuki

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mauveflwrs:

Pablo Picasso Trois Baigneuses, 1924

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The Wait, Six N. Five

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