so i ate myself, bite by bite, and the tears washed me, wave after cowardly wave
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Andy Warhol's Polaroid photos of his dachshund Archie in 1973.
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ethiopia 1976
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Then the sunlight burst into the room through the venetian blinds; I breathed hard, filling my lungs with air. I could see my feet, my arms; there I was. I tried hard to get back in my body again... it was such a long way to my feet. I lifted my hands, to my head; they shook. It was all over...
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Night out at a jukejoint in Greenville, South Carolina, 1956.
Photographed by Margaret Bourke-White for LIFE Magazine.
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Jenny Holzer Truisms Installation, Pilot Field, Buffalo, 1991
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Photographs taken in Washington D.C. by Darrell C. Crain Jr. between (1963-1968). The photographs are part of the DC Public Library Digital Collection.
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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: "I'll go take a hot bath." I meditate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water's up to your neck. I remember the ceiling over every bathtub I've stretched out in. I remember the texture of the ceilings and the cracks and the colors and the damp spots and the light fixtures. I remember the tubs, too: the antique griffin-legged tubs, and the modern coffin-shaped tubs, and the fancy pink marble tubs overlooking indoor lily ponds, and I remember the shapes and sizes of the water taps and the different sorts of soap holders. I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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“A Sunday stroll on the boardwalk”, Atlantic City, New Jersey, May 1977.
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Cinderella (1950), dir. Wilfred Jackson, Hamilton Luske, and Clyde Geronimi.
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Sahara, Las Vegas Strip, May 5, 1973.
Photo by Las Vegas News Bureau.
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