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King Pleasure, 1987, Jean-Michel Basquiat
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colin firth and matthew goode in a single man (2009)
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Keanu and River in My Own Private Idaho (1991)
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Joni Mitchell self-portrait from the cover of her album Both Sides Now, 2000
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Keith Haring - Untitled (1983)
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“When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.” - John Keats, Ode to Hope
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Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder, 1990
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“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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Stevie with Branwen her Afghan Hound, in 1979.
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Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary
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Des Moines Tribune, Iowa, December 20, 1928
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day 20 of quarantine: *me talking to the lamp*
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