jaco is here to remind you to rest and practice self-care as you need in these strange times. 🤍
Olivia Munn via instagram
Painting in northern Italy 🍊
fuck the population.
09.04.20 4/100 Days of Productivity
Sat out and soaked up the sunshine until I had to come in and work on my dissertation. Finished a chapter today!
The clapping in my neighbourhood is so loud, someone even let off fireworks! So thankful we have the NHS
i loved you
and it hurts like hell
Marriage Story (2019) from Screenplayed.
This scene amazes me.
Eden Fines for Schon Magazine
The lapping azure waves of her coast gently coax you near,
with an outstretched hand, she beckons you like a camel to the Nile,
like a starry-eyed foreigner to the image of a faraway land,
unaware that her greenery is draped in the illusion of a land small enough
to fit within the frame of a camera lens.
She is living, breathing poetry, rejoicing in her unmarred secrecy
Unabashedly joyful to call herself untouched, she finds comfort in the Red Sea
and the spikes on ripe beles, protecting her from harm’s way,
for she has seen the dangers of conquest; murder, rape,
blood, and mothers crying for lost children.
So this is her, Eritrea. A Saturday afternoon; August, 1999.
You drive along rocky roads, up mountains, over oceans and streams,
and your heart races at the beauty of it all.
A temperate breeze enters your grime-lined lungs and for once in your life, you breathe easily
and gulp air like you have never tasted anything sweeter.
Behind roasting coffee beans and tawny hides
there are an array of lowlanders silk, jewel-encrusted shades of
ruby, lavender, and saffron, colors so striking that you momentarily
mistake them for their namesake.
You buy them all for one hundred nakfa; this is how you let go of your shame.
Fighting for your attention, each good whispers “Buy me, foreigner –
I am the finest, the most luxurious!”
Soon, each whisper becomes a grating shriek,
a cacophony of greed, and you fight the urge to sink to your knees in pain.
You feel like that, you feel like letting your body melt into the hot sand,
like letting your head roll into the sea, fossilized in salt and cracked open like mussel,
like being no more than one who was nothing more than once was.
Your bones would fertilize her soil, your flesh sacrificing being for stasis,
a state she has made you envy – you hope she will show you how.