This Makes Me Happy

define hole / is a hole a real thing? / Marco Poloni, Black Hole, from The Majorana Experiment, 2010 / Flatfields Fotografien / What We Talk About When We Talk About Holes / Dark (2017-2020) / post / Disco Elysium / Twin Peaks: The Return (2017) / Donnie Darko (2001) / Outer Range (2022) / Kaveh Akbar, from “The Miracle,” Pilgrim Bell / post / Weizmann Institute of Science / Mathworld / post / post / post / post / Anne Boyer, from “Woman Sitting at the Machine,” in A Handbook of Disappointed Fate / Dennis Patrick Slattery, The Wounded Body: Remembering the Markings of Flesh / The Incredulity of Saint Thomas, Caravaggio, 1601–1602 (detail) / The Incredulity of St. Thomas, Bernardo Strozzi, 1582-1644 (detail) / Don McKay, from “Twinflower,” Field Marks: The Poetry of Don McKay, intro. Méira Cook (Wilfrid Laurier University Press, 2006) / thierryetherve / Pathologic / post / Gregory Orr, from How Beautiful the Beloved / Tomas Tranströmer, tr. by Robert Bly, from a poem titled “Track” / Disco Elysium / Anne Carson, Economy of the Unlost / Pathologic 2 / Jonas Burgert, Sand brennt Blatt (2010) / Disco Elysium / Carl Phillips, from “Givingly”, Wild is the Wind / post / Pathologic / The Juniper Tree (Nietzchka Keene | 1990) / John Banville, Eclipse / Twin Peaks / Disco Elysium / VectorStock / True Detective / Night in the Woods

I also want to give credit to @arairah for being the lead holologist on this site and the intermediate source for a lot of this, thank you!

Feeling inspired by the many shades of green in this stunning mosaic forest by artist Joanne Desheil.

KATRIN KORFMANN

homo ludens 22 / de dam / fast forward checkpoint charlie (1,8h) berlin / xiamen / homo ludens 8 / kornati splash / anton de komplein, amsterdam / gravitation (installation) / nickel's eye (27 min), luanda

Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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Left: A bust of Aphrodite Right: Greek model Angie Karantoni

tumblr is a MORNING app. it should be enjoyed while eating breakfast, drinking your cup of tea or coffee, letting your meds kick in... sometimes I go on here at night but in my heart I know it’s wrong.

“There is no mode of action, no form of emotion, that we do not share with the lower animals. It is only by language that we rise above them, or above each other — by language, which is the parent, and not the child, of thought.”

— Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

This is your Tumblr, and you can fill it with whatever you want.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

-Sonnet XVII, Shakespeare