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Virginia Woolf〡Selected Prose; Mrs Dalloway

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An Oresteia: ‘Elektra’ by Anne Carson

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It’s going to be such a wonderful summer. A PLACE IN THE SUN (1951) dir. George Stevens

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Karborn aka John Leigh (English-Belgian, b. 1985, based London, England) - Fibonacci Dance, 2020, Screenprint and Gold

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Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

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PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE | title treatment series [21/?]

“The idea of the flower as this thing we go to these great lengths to preserve the beauty before it fades, it just seemed like the perfect thing to write about. The idea of preservation.”

— Hanif Abdurraqib

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Pretend the floors cracking in the shape of our names is not a big deal Pretend the dark flowers growing towards us is not a big deal Pretend me loving you is not a big deal

—  serpentwithfeet - “blisters“  

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“Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

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Galileo Galilei 1564-1642 the father of observational astronomy

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being a woman and no matter how confident your current sense of self is, you still have those moments when you’re like “hmm if only I could escape my physical form,” because of the absolute terror and disgust and shame and vulnerability you have around your body, oh and just wishing you had been born a boy so you didn’t have to feel this stifling and inescapable fear and anger all the time

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Hecate, sunk in a warm trance, weaves reveries of marble ruins.

I. M. Panayotopoulos, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “Eumenides,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Gresgarth Hall by  sarah longworth

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Mosses. Mosses and lichens. 1907

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Absurd people came thundering up the stairs. They wanted tea. Maurice pointed to it, then was drawn into their conversation, and scarcely noticed his friend’s departure. It had been an ordinary talk, he told himself, but too sentimental, and he cultivated a breeziness against their next meeting.

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Parallels: 3.01 // Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears

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I want to watch it so badly, but I still have to wait until April. I’m losing my mind.