I May Have A Tiny Problem With Expressing My Emotions

You notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warming-in fact not at all a warming-yet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the colour blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades, approximates finally the blue of the glass on a clear day at Chartres, or that of the Cerenkov radiation thrown off by the fuel rods in the pools of nuclear reactors. The French called this time of day "I'heure bleue." To the English it was "the gloaming." The very word "gloaming" reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour-carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows.

Joan Didion, Blue Nights

Beetlebum - Blur

immigrating back to tumblr, patriotism is real guys

I wanna be loved more than I wanna be alive

An incomplete list of Palestinians killed in 2022 labeled by name, age, date and location of death.

nazzalstudio

The illiterate is just like the blindfolded – misfortune and bad luck awaits him everywhere.

by Aleksei Aleksandrovich Radakov (1920)

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Tippi Hedren having her cigarette lit by a crow on the set of The Birds.