#Ephemerality

[tanyaluca]

Ephemerality…

Tanya Luca

[drvallejo]

@darkdeceptions

grandpa

[merelymatt]

What do you MEAN there isn't a London Tide album. Not a cast recording not PJ Harvey sings the songs album. What do you MEAN I can't even find evidence of a PLAN to make or release one. What do you MEAN my fragile already-degrading memory of those songs is all I'll have of them. I want to rotate those songs until I can bridge the gulfs of those intervals with my mind. They were surely not written to be heard just the once.

[darkdeceptions]

APARTMENTS PART 3 AND 4 (VALENTINES DAY) --------------------------------------- ROBLOX LINK: https://www.roblox.com/groups/16512018/EPHEMERALITY#!/about ARTIST TWITTER: https://x.com/Easynametorem?t=R_BJhGUximXEkStNqNB5SA&s=09

DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/ECq7AP7ssD

[theoneyouseek1]

I would like to write you but I’m a bit shy and you seem like a nice person which makes me even more shy, so I’ll just ask you one thing here. Do you like butterflies?

Yes, I like butterflies, soft creatures that carry untold stories in their wings... emerging from the quiet ruin of themselves, only to be chased by wind and time. It's a kind of poetry I never get tired of.

thank you for asking, even through your shyness. it’s a beautiful kind of bravery <3

[journalofanobody]

gulping my coffee

chasing disappearing warmth

all pleasure fleeting!

-- Michael Boiano

[13051431]

Tablet 01 & Tablet 02

tin, rust, pigment, plaster

2024

[eznametoremm]

Twitter banner I made :P

[corvianbard]

#6011

In beauty, She found ephemerality Of the quality.

[darkdeceptions]

APARTMENTS PART 1 AND 2 --------------------------------------- ROBLOX LINK: https://www.roblox.com/groups/16512018/EPHEMERALITY#!/about ARTIST TWITTER: https://x.com/Easynametorem?t=R_BJhGUximXEkStNqNB5SA&s=09

DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/ECq7AP7ssD

[wickedzeevyln]

Glass

Knew some folks gazing at the rear-view mirror, the town behind them crumbling into dust, bones of the sky coated with boredom and rust, and sunset dangling on a string RSVP them to the dusk. Faces smeared on the mirror growing cold, glued sticks swaying to songs croaking under a needle. Shrieking, wailing, and keening lamentations. Like all, in time, we prism out light from the sun. Underneath…

[crimsongirl444]

if you think about it, humans are ephemeral. normally you probably wouldn't think 80 or 90 years is a short period of time and therefore disagree with me but compared to the age of the universe it's basically non-existent. the new babies replace the old hags

[julyinterrupted]

it was cloudy and you were dropping me off at the hospital. you put your car into reverse on accident and swore loudly. eyes fixed upon mine with a flash of sudden shame at the way i started at your outburst, silently mouthing an apology. typically so soft spoken, loud with ink splatters and music that reverberated through the ground; i saw you cry for the first time, quiet and bitter, when you shaved your head. it grew back dark but unkempt.

when i finally came out through sterile sliding doors bandaged and so weak i felt effervescently high, i was shocked to see your car still at the curb; i bawled with such force that i wrung every last tear out of my desiccated teetering body. you waited for me. four words i’ve only ever formed with quivering breath. you never smiled fully and only ever with the right side of your mouth, and you slept on the floor by my bed for a week after, and you held my hair back when i filled out and nearly weighed a hundred pounds. a triple digit weight is a death sentence to a girl so you strummed my broken ukulele as we sat, sprawled out on the bathroom floor, until i laughed.

you would always run the edges of your nails down my forearm and the last time i saw you it was nothing short of betrayal; we argued and you rifled through my journals when i slept, and i watched the horizon recede as you stood brazen against the skyline, mouth firmly set.

[eznametoremm]

lovely dovey things

[miamaimania]

"What's Left" (1992) by Jim Hodges ◈ Spider web colonizing discarded clothes

[publicatiosui]

« Aimons donc, aimons donc ! de l'heure fugitive, Hâtons-nous, jouissons ! L'homme n'a point de port, le temps n'a point de rive ; Il coule, et nous passons ! » -- Lamartine, La lac