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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months
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on humanity and love
Chen Chen Elegy / Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir / Sheila Heti Pure Colour / unknown (via @morepeachyogurt) / Ocean Vuong Night Sky with Exit Wounds / As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000) dir. Jonas Mekas / Berlot Brecht Motto / Fleabag (2016-2019); Episode #2.3 dir. Harry Bradbeer / Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert / pinterest / Louise Glück Vita Nova
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llovelymoonn · 1 month
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sheila heti pure colour
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smokefalls · 1 year
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Yes, people with ugly faces can lead beautiful lives, and people with beautiful faces can lead ugly ones, and a beautiful face can draw you right down deep into the world’s greatest ugliness. But in the next draft of existence, they will not understand this; how one person’s beautiful face could pull another deep into their greatest sorrow.
Sheila Heti, Pure Colour
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coconuttwater06 · 11 months
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2023 // 2021
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Yo opino que hay una gran diferencia de por medio 👀
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freakinbuzzyart · 3 months
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What you looking at? 🤨
Quick acrylics sketch, he’s very grumpy 😾🫶
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googledocsdyke · 9 months
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“It’s true that the world was failing at its one task—of remaining a world. Pieces were breaking off. Seasons had become postmodern. We no longer knew where in the calendar we were by the weather.”
Pure Colour, Sheila Heti
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myclutteredbookshelf · 3 months
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First week and a half of the Sleepy Readathon is done.
Currently Reading:
Pure Colour by Sheila Heti
Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari
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literaturha · 2 years
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Ready to go at creation a second time, hoping to get it more right this time, God appears, splits, and manifests as three critics in the sky: a large bird who critiques from above, a large fish who critiques from the middle, and a large bear who critiques while cradling creation in its arms.
Sheila Heti, Pure Colour
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femdot · 6 months
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imtoopure · 2 years
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Sheila Heti, Pure Colour
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elflandsdaughter · 1 year
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It was a delusion to think she had created the world and everything in it; that she had made up its rules and was always to blame. Where had that idea come from? Or did everyone feel that way, a little bit, for it was actually God who was feeling it—the God who had in fact created the world, while we picked up on his shame for having made it, in some ways, poorly, and mistook his feeling of responsibility for our own.
Sheila Heti, Pure Colour
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paperbacksunday · 2 years
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With a few people in one's life, too much happens emotionally—more than even makes sense to happen, given how little has actually occured. Such people are deeply igniting in a way the others do not. This igniting always happens in the very first instant and it never goes away. No stupidities can destroy the igniting, so even if those two people never meet again, a connection always remains.
Sheila Heti, Pure Colour
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llovelymoonn · 10 months
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j. estanislao lopez intelligent design \\ sheila heti pure colour
buy me a coffee
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smokefalls · 1 year
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She threw her heart out. She threw out her brain, her arms, her hair, her feet; she threw all of herself into the water, hoping the lake would catch her, save her, hold her, and return her refreshed to the shore. It did not.
Sheila Heti, Pure Colour
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coconuttwater06 · 2 years
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LUCAS GRANJERITO!! I loved making so many sunflowers, I really love drawing Lucas, he's so cute
I had already drawn a farmer lucas before, but it has become customary to redraw him every few years
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loosejournal · 2 years
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She had thought that when someone died, it would be like they went into a different room. She had not known that life itself transformed into a different room, and trapped you in it without them.
Sheila Heti, Pure Colour
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