Comet McNaught

“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.” Douglas Coupland, Life After God

blue

Twilight

Clarence Gagnon, 1913, oil on canvas

I adore this man.

“The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it.”

James Baldwin.

Be brave, little rabbit. Take a chance.

Here It Is!  Joseph City, AZ

Along the 66… Cheers!

Shit… but tell me what I don’t already know.

Absolutely true.

i think children would read more books if we called them ‘tomes’ instead of books and all libraries were either great towering castles or deep, dark sprawling labyrinths full of skulls and thousands of candles, with magnificent baroque furniture and obligatory hidden doors and forbidden sections full of apocryphal grimoires and lost-to-the-ages secrets.

@staff Not exactly the “welcome back to the app store” you were expecting huh

REBLOG IF NAZIS OFFEND YOU MORE THAN NIPPLES.

“And the plum tasted something like a heart should taste—deep, red, sweet and tart together.” Molly Spencer, from “Self-Portrait as Something Like a Heart,” The New England Review (vol. 38, no. 4, 2017) Black in Deep Red, 1957 by Mark Rothko

Night sky woodblock print.

Paul Binnie