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happy birthday to the king !!!

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Camillo Golgi and Santiago Ramón y Cajal

Early Illustrations of the Nervous System late 1800s

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To have a heart like this / is to be made of midnight. / I have been waiting for this heart to fade or at least to kneel. The heart is not inside us but we are inside it.

Victoria Chang, from The Trees Witness Everything; “Marfa, Texas”

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“There are so many things that art can’t do. It can’t bring the dead back to life, it can’t mend arguments between friends, or cure AIDS, or halt the pace of climate change. All the same it does have some extraordinary functions, some odd negotiating ability between people, including people who never meet and yet who infiltrate and enrich each other’s lives. It does have a capacity to create intimacy; it does have a way of healing wounds, and better yet of making it apparent that not all wounds need healing and not all scars are ugly.”

— Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

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Ugly, Bitter and True by Suzanne Rivecca

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Life is so… take my heart and break it open

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Jenny Xie, from “Postmemory”

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I thought I’d die from being loved like that

Even if I don’t see it again - nor ever feel it I know it is - and that if once it hailed me it ever does - And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as towards a place, but it was a tilting within myself, as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where it isn’t - I was blinded like that - and swam in what shone at me only able to endure it by being no one and so specifically myself I thought I’d die from being loved like that.

- Marie Howe, “Annunciation” in The Kingdom of Ordinary Time: Poems (W. W. Norton & Company; September 8, 2009)

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a note and a kiss discovered in my thrifted mary oliver poetry collection

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being a sleepy girl and a reader is really hard

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«Le Harem moderne», Robe argent sur des fils de perles, 1918  Le Harem moderne», Robe argent sur des fils de perles, 1918 “>Romain de Tirtoff dit « Erté». Plume et encre noire, gouache, rehauts d’argent

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touching grass is not enough i need to see the night sky as it looked to an ancient greek

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“I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky.”

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart  (via yidan)

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"I'm worried we are entering an age of rage, where only anger will be considered an asset and the gentle will be mocked, then eaten. Those with soft voices will have their tongues cut out, as punishment for not using them the right way. Don't you know your words are weapons, kindness is obsolete, as obsolete as handwriting, as obsolete as silence and darkness in a city."

Rage - Florence Welch

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Faye Wei Wei

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2023

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