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Walt Whitman, ‘We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d’ (selected lines), Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “what the earth is, we are, We are seas mingling–”]

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“A heart is made mature by darkness and art.”

— Antonio Machado, tr. by Robert Bly, “The Water Wheel,” wr. c. 1927

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Duomo di Napoli, Napoli, Italia | cappuccinointheclouds

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On the high Seas (details), by Michael Zeno Diemer (German, 1867-1939)

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Does anyone else ever feel like they’ve lost literally all motivation and all you want to do is curl up in a ball in bed and eat junk and watch films and avoid all other responsibilities for like 37 years or so

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Florence Welch reading Poems of William Blake for Gucci’s Spring/ Summer 2017 Fashion Show

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“At least devils danced. All the angels ever seemed to do was cry.”

— K.F. Gecko 

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GHEYN, Jacob de II Vanitas Still-Life 1603 Oil on wood, 83 x 54 cm Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

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for Arwyn

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if you were wondering about ancient greek for ‘then perish’, iliad book 21 line 106 θάνε καὶ σύ (lit. die you also). achilles says it.

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Acrylic Paintings by QuicksilverCat

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(via https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6o8otZsNDCeKy57B39RwmL?si=LgFGIqYbSuOHXEnGDPjlOQ)

a gloomy evening, walking through busy cobbled streets to get to a meeting you’re late to. wrestling with the heavy messenger bag that’s cutting into your shoulder, wet bangs sticking to your forehead. pushing open the tall wooden doors to the building, your leather boots squeak on the marble floor as you accelerate the pace through the long hallway.

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ocean vuong, ‘telemachus’

[ID: “The cathedral in his sea-black eyes.” end ID]

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Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992

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society 6 | shirts and pullovers

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“The word “eclipse” comes from ancient Greek ekleipsis, “a forsaking, quitting, abandonment.” The sun quits us, we are forsaken by light.”

— Anne Carson, “Totality, The Colour of Eclipse”, in Decreation. (via xshayarsha)

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“[…] I must dream myself back in to my own world […]”

— Virginia Woolf, diary entry dated 15 July, 1935