« Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming. »
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
todays view from my desk
Castle Amerongen, Netherlands, photos by Henk Vrehen
Perseid Meteors, Tears From Perseus
Lost
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𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖘.
And even though I laughed with them, it felt like I was watching the whole thing from somewhere else, like I was watching a movie about my life instead of living it.
— John Green: Turtles all the way down
Season of the Witch, Anne Brigman
jan 08, mmxx. (here are some pictures from the afternoon when the sun decided to finally show its face, and I decided to finally get off my arse and take pictures)
2020 did not start out all that well, and Iʼve been trying to distance myself a bit from social media to get myself together, and I guess thatʼs partially worked, or at least stifled my terrible coping mechanism of mindlessly scrolling through instagram when Iʼm low. (which always just makes me feel ten times worse for both the eye strain and the time wasted.) i feel better now, though—and coincidentally, monday was supposed to be the first day of school, which was making me feel a bit awful because I had one or two things that I had planned I would do over the break but it didnʼt, but then the government ended up making them extend it by a week? so that was a gift, because now Iʼm trying to be as productive as I can and redeem myself. also, (belatedly) happy new year!
homeless | poetry by @pencap