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Alma aracné, Gustave Doré, 1867

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Miklós Ligeti, Csók, 1902

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what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

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Sibylle Baier - Forget About

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love, buried three times

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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "The Return," featured in What Do We Know: Poems & Prose Poems

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Hellmouth. Based on an illumination from "The Hours of Catherine of Cleves" (ca. 1440)

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“Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”

– Charles Bukowski

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“The CAUSE OF DEATH was as follows: Exhaustion of Melancholia”

(1923 death certificate from New Brunswick, Canada)

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Devil swinging on a gibbet. Print by Robert Bewick (?); ca. 1811-1823. The British Museum (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)

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Rashomon (1950)

Directed by Akira Kurosawa

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Chant sacré (1899) Constant Puyo

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“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”

— Beau Taplin

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Armida, ca.1650 by Francesco Montelatici, known as Cecco Bravo (Italian, 1607--1661)

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abnormally large trees please lend me some of your centuries worth of wisdom

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