amjnyrd

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by 8og

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i tested my new oil pastels

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“July. Silence. Complete silence. The whole world floated.”

— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Silence,”

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i am endlessly grateful for my parents.

my mother, the artist, the crafter, the cook. my father, the writer, the reader, the film enthusiast. my mother, the ex-runner turned mathematician, who knits and sews and makes jewelry, who reads the atlantic and time and dear abby, who drives her friends places miles away and teaches summer classes and loves our cat so, so much. my father, the ex-lawyer turned accountant, who dreamed of being a lawyer to pay the bills while writing play scripts on his old typewriter, who kept that dream alive writing film reviews, who has since laid that dream to rest but now goes to weekly band practice with the brightest gleam in his eye. my parents, music lovers, concert goers, creators.

they have given me music, art, creation, intelligence, empathy. they have given me the opportunity to learn everything in the world from them.

i am endlessly grateful for my parents.

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what a concept !!!

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i want to write about my partner, which means i want to write about love.

ive been thinking about the concept of love a lot lately. it is in everything. it is so intangible and transcendant that we have tried to make sense of it for all of human history and we still cannot.

growing is learning and loving. love makes human life livable. it is the best thing and it is the worst—but only because it is the most.

we yearn and pine and crave for something so many of us cannot understand. trying to describe love is impossible. everyone experiences it differently but at the same time everyone experiences it.

it is absolutely beautiful, so be so connected to everyone everywhere because of this one thing—for love to be so defining of humanity.

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virtual dreams

more on my instagram @matialonsor

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i only think of her when i am sad. when i am bogged down, sunken to the earth, looking not for roots to pull me up, but more dirt to bury me deeper. traces of her linger — smudges i cant wipe away. her letters in my junk drawer, her playlists still saved under a different name. how is she doing, and does she wonder the same?

i don’t think she does.

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time. it always comes back to time. time and love.... i always want more, but do i ever appreciate what i have? today i am thinking about distance. i feel as if i haven’t talked to people in a million years. i feel like a moss covered stone sculpture sitting in a misty clearing in the middle of a remote forest. grey, hard, soft, forgotten, distantly remembered, once loved. who won’t me?

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Will after solar powering himself :

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Daffodils, panel 1 and 2.

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im very grateful for the lessons in photography i was taught in stop motion class because just now they made it possible to photograph the stars with my phone in spite of the camera usually not detecting the light of stars because theyre so dim,,,, enjoy these shiny motherfuckers

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high fashion

I chose these outfits completely at random!! no reason behind them at all!! [sweats]

special thanks to my fashion consultant @olreid

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morning kiss!!!

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Best girls.

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adam lived in an apartment located above the office of st. agnes catholic church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of ronan’s worship into one downtown block