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now that I was free to be absolutely anything, I was rapidly becoming interested in absolutely nothing.

The Dice Man. Luke Rhinehart

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photo by me.

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Rome, Italy, 2023, photo by me.

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Woman Seated under the Willows, Claude Monet, 1880

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It is merely that - as the years pass - there comes to be a terrible shortage of your people. The ones you loved. The ones who knew the people you both loved. The ones who know your whole history.

City Of Girls. Elizabeth Gilbert

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Robert Doisneau. Le Cafe de Flore. 1940′s

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"Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before"

- Memoirs Of A Geisha. Arthur Golden

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"and here tonight in this city of darkened windows were other millions like him and like me: as indistinguishable as dying blades of grass. " - Ask The Dust. John Fante

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zenobiatavares

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Clinging to the hope of a feeling that only exists when our bodies meet

Born to Love, Cursed to Feel. Samantha King

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Promajna, Croatia. 2017, photo by me. 

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"He wants golfballs and glass walls. I want quiet thunder. Our disappointment sits between us"

The Roominghouse Madrigals. Charles Bukowski

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Untitled, Ilse D’Hollander, 1995.

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