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“Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.”

— Ram Dass

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ralph lauren ss02

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When will the fog lift, by what doing?

A faint hiss like a stone’s lament.

A faint hiss—that is your own life now, hurrying from one light into another.

— Maya C. Popa, from "Fife," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

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Every evening I sit at my porch to have tea,

I sit with the people I lost,

And we talk,

Sometimes I cry as they watch me with sad eyes,

Sometimes I laugh and they crack a smile,

Sometimes I curse them for leaving without goodbye,

I sit for tea with the ghosts,

I call it tea with grief.

-Sonali Bind

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— Bryn Greenwood, from “All the Ugly and Wonderful Things.”

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Who could treat the body / as anything but risk?

— Maya C. Popa, from "Pestilence," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

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“You’re just a person trying to get reality, the best of reality. Or even what is strange in everybody. What is..where is the point where they…they want so say it, they don’t want to say. I never push somebody…but it is interesting that everybody is so full of mystery. So full of beauty, so full of tenderness hidden behind…sometimes just bad words. I’m intrigued by people. And I love them, to be honest, I love them.” lovely Agnes Varda in some interview

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Mushroom drawings, from the ‘Energy Sketch’ series.

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i’m still here

SUCCESSION

4.03-Connor’s Wedding

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The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You're asked an unexpected question, you don't even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you away. But the truth, alas, has been disturbed by the question, and it rises up from the depths of your soul to flicker in your eyes and all is lost.

Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

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the leaves raining down

blossoms delicately stay

falling, falling, down

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Supercaelestia

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hi guys i’ve been away for a long time but im back on this account now!!

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✞ 666 ✞

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✞ 666 ✞