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topcat77:Otto Piene
geminiscene: Duncan Hannah with his painting My Funny Valentine, 1981
yesterdaysprint: The San Francisco Examiner, California, February 25, 1935
relatablepoetryandquotes:“The artist is always the servant, and is perpetually trying to pay for the gift that has been given to him as if by a miracle. Modern man, however, does not want to make any sacrifice, even though true affirmation of the self
the sorrow of things
aaronrands: Kazakh Winter (1965) Aaron Rands
vodis:Chandra North by Glen Luchford, 1996
gallowhill:Judith Braun, Sacred Order of the Burning Bush, 1993
∆.we.are.indigos.∆
helenstroy: “… make death proud to take us.” — William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (featured in our 15-book giveaway)
crimsonkismet: 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
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varietas: Edward Hartwig: Wiosna / Spring 1930/1950
Transamorem Transmortem
365filmsbyauroranocte: Two People (Carl Theodor Dreyer, 1945): hands
涙ぐむ眼
dmsck: Mario Sorrenti Vogue Paris November 2002
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musicmakesyousmart: Through a Glass Darkly Found Remains 2019
snowyoghurt: A pozdravuji vlastovky/ Jaromil Jires/ 1972
365filmsbyauroranocte: Embracing (Naomi Kawase, 1992)
365filmsbyauroranocte: Ganja & Hess (Bill Gunn, 1973)
0xidejoyride: Fusako ShigenobuJapanese Red Army
crumbargento2: Mélodie pour Manuela - Joe de Palmer - 1982 - France
ozu-teapot: The Ghosts of Kasane Swamp | Nobuo Nakagawa | 1957
sonnywortzik: Anne Sexton / Thomas Eakins
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filmnoirsbian:A conversation w/ a snared fox at the edge of the field
Surly there must be something wrong with me… and it mainly stops me from knowing what’s wrong with me.
finita–la–commedia: “Perhaps the most horrifying symptoms of life are the things — manners of behavior, joys, beliefs — with which people make life bearable for themselves. Nothing reveals so much the depths of the human level as what
finita–la–commedia: “What was the meaning of this day ? What a stupid question. All my life I’ve been asking myself stupid questions. The meaning of this day, if it has one, is probably only that it has passed. Another day has ended and
musicktoplayinthedark: Genocide Organ – Save Our Slaves: The Rise Of American Civilization
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rudygodinez:
morsure: la maison martin margiela : (9/4/1615) exhibition, museum boijimans van beuningen, rotterdam, 1997
bandtshirt:donald christie for hussein chalayan s/s 1998
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neoclassicalvintage: Jenn Lee Coat Jean Paul GAULTIER Skirt
theclassicsreader: “Do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it?” — Richard Siken, from “Snow and Dirty Rain”
paper-fairy: “I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.” — Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
expressing wit my full capabilities
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eelbergine:“Endogonidic Tradegy” - by Societas Raffaello Sanzio. The work of Italian Director, Mr. Castellucci, reflects his early training as a painter and set designer.
erowid: CDG 2006
kaechang:
apocryphics:Sometimes I wish I didn’t know
shipwreckofthesingular: —Richard Jackson, from “Basic Algebra”—Stephen Crane, “In the Desert”
nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”— Anna Kamienska, from 1969 (The Notebook, 1965-1972) “Why should I believe there are poems waiting for me which I am not writing? Because I miss them, these shadows
eau-de-moi: Beautiful Rene Lalique vintage perfume bottles (1930s).
Несвето време у Балканској Цркви
galeru:Madonna in Glory, Carlo Dolci 1665-1675.
damagestats: “I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.” — Richard Siken, The Torn-Up Road (via poetryhoeharry)
thebutchriarchy: Marie Howe, MAGDALENE: THE ADDICT, from “Magdalene: Poems” [”I liked Hell, I liked to go there alone relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then? I thought
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memoryslandscape: “A thousand dreams within me softly burn” — Arthur Rimbaud, from “Evening Prayer,” Arthur Rimbaud: Complete Works (HarperCollins, 1975)
driflloon: a.w.a.k.e mode pre-fall 2019
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modedamour:Bevza
