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John Singer Sargent, January 12, 1856 – April 14, 1925.

In his studio in Paris with Portrait of Madame X (1884).

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train passing you are the most beautiful creature the deep night holds

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bro doesn’t even have a certain je ne sais quoi

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lollll dude have you seriously not realized that all things are delicately interconnected yet? at your age?

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woag! i didnt know that and i already forgoted what you told me

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1861 tumblr and we’re all blogging about how dickens’ newest serialised novel is the latest in the tepid “eat the rich” genre which tries to sell us a liberal vision of anti-capitalist critique whilst failing to coherently articulate any actually incisive discourse, which the dickens fandom would know if they read the works of contemporary philosopher karl marx

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Francesca Woodman

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Tibetan Ghost Trap. 

Traditionally made from wool or silk, woven around sticks into the shape of the Endless Knot, and placed on rooftops or in trees. Once caught, spirits would then be burnt - a ritual of purification that would allow rebirth. 

via Horniman Museum

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frank brunner capturimg that specific travelling brand of loneliness immsooooo oh my god

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Delphin Enjolras

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i am going to check the despair. i am on this earth to read the poems my friends write and to fall in love w songs i hear through those i love and listen to my siblings thunderclap of wild laughter from the other room and crunch frost-bitten grass beneath my feet and watch pigeons jauntily flocking in and out of derelict windows and count dust motes in a shaft of early morning light in midwinter and and and and and. goodnight.

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the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.

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desire is suffering

Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘Dream Reveals in Neon the Great Addictions, Frank Bidart ( @wahabibi ) | Dante and Virgil in Hell, William-Adolphe Bouguereau | Vestiges, Ángel García | Blasphemia, Eliran Kantor | So We Must Meet Apart, Jennifer S. Cheng ( @yoursoethereal ) | Prigione di Lacrime, Roberto Ferri | Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Sunday, November 4th, Simone de Beauvoir ( @theoptia ) | Ludwig Drahosch | War of the Foxes, Richard Siken ( @elfreys )

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“Cette nuit est lourde comme la douleur humaine.”

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Albert Camus, Caligula

English: “ The air tonight is heavy as the sum of human sorrows.”Albert Camus, Caligula

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“I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.”

— Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice

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Dora Kallmus (Madame D’Ora) – Rhythmic Pose, ca. 1930