Sometimes, When The Light By Lisel Mueller

there was no perfect path. you did not get punished. your life did not unravel when you made a left turn. the memory will always be there. you can visit whenever you want. there is no alternate timeline where you made a better choice and got a happier ending. you were a little girl chasing the ice cream truck, playing hopscotch, swinging and aiming for the never ending blue. yes, the grief was waiting up ahead. but so was the miracle of saturdays in a car headed wherever you wanted to go. enough sky to wrap around every wound. friends who, despite your perennial bouts of silence, kept an ear close at all times.

Scott Fraser - Shell Collection, 2014

Dancers, Salvador, Brazil 2002 from Divided Souls by David Alan Harvey

Stroboscopic photographs of the New York City Ballet’s production of Jewels, 1967. Photographed by Gjon Mili.

Louis Veray (1820-1891). Moissonneuse endormie, 1855.

The earthy smell of rain is one of the most divine scents I’ve ever beheld.

She's the type that not only catches eyes but opens them.

The spiral bath by Issei Suma

More beautiful tiles, every single one of these please