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fertile-void · 3 days ago
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“The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.”
— Annie Dillard, The writing life
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fertile-void · 7 days ago
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Following the author of The Last Unicorn on Facebook is the only thing that makes being on that site worthwhile.
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fertile-void · 8 days ago
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The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.
-James Baldwin
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fertile-void · 8 days ago
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fertile-void · 8 days ago
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fertile-void · 11 days ago
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'Mermaids' by Lavera Grace
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fertile-void · 12 days ago
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We Have Not Long To Love, Tennessee Williams
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fertile-void · 14 days ago
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Sergiu Ciochină (Moldovan,b.2001)
Home is where your heart is
Oil on board
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fertile-void · 22 days ago
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It’s strange to think that long before I had a name or a heartbeat, I existed in some shadowed, elemental way. Women are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, and these begin forming while they're still in the womb. So when my mother was just a fetus, the egg that would become me was already inside her. That means my grandmother carried not just my mother, but the beginning of me as well. For a fleeting moment, the three of use shared one body, and went through life together, layered like nesting dolls.
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fertile-void · 23 days ago
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fertile-void · 23 days ago
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Untitled from Our Power is Infinite series, Nona Limmen
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fertile-void · 24 days ago
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Friends, a bottle of wine, and a full moon - Aimee Erickson ,2019.
American, French b.  1967 -
Oil on canvas ,  24 x 30 in.
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fertile-void · 24 days ago
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huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem
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fertile-void · 24 days ago
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fertile-void · 24 days ago
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2. the secret legend of !.!PinkSkull!.! - e sjolund, internal spring 
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fertile-void · 27 days ago
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MY LIFE WITHOUT ME (2003) dir. Isabel Coixet
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fertile-void · 1 month ago
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“The stars never lie, but men and beasts do.”
— C. S. Lewis, The Last Battle
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