sabria

Paloma wool

rabbit by dru rene

laura makabresku

because wind soughs in the branches of trees like blood sighing through veins because in each country there are songs huddled like wet-feathered birds because even though the news has nothing new to say and keeps on saying it NO still fights its way into the world because for every bomb that is readied a baby nestles into her mother latches onto a nipple beaded with milk because the tulips have waited all winter in the cold dark earth because each morning the wildflowers outside my window raise their yellow faces to the sun because we are all so helplessly in love with the light

Untitled (Mary Frank and children with sparklers) - Robert Frank, 1958

Suspiria (2018) // dir. Luca Guadagnino

From Palestinian poet Najwan Darwish

— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father

- Pieces of me, 8, "Someday we'll meet"

— Jeanette Winterson, from “Gut Symmetries.”

Andrea Gibson