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Didier Philippe-Gérard - The Kinky Ladies of Bourbon Street (1976)
“I don’t know how to feel, I don’t know how to think, I don’t know how to desire. I’m a character in a novel that still needs to be written, vanishing into thin air and undone without ever having existed, among the dreams of someone who didn’t know how to complete me.”
— Fernando Pessoa, from Selected Prose in “Pessoa: Poems Of Fernando” [translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown]
Youre really gonna message me when im listening to kate bush.
Jenny Holzer Inflammatory Essays (excerpt) 1979–82 Offset lithograph on colored paper Published by the artist; printed by Millner Bros., New York Each sheet: 17" x 17"
2-4-6-8 house, morphosis, 1978 | venice, california
ig: phdonohue
A literal urban jungle, Taipei, Taiwan
Velimir Khlebnikov, from Collected Poems & Selected Writings; “Sweet Talk,”
Kerry James Marshall (American, b. 1955), Vignette, 2003. Acrylic on fiberglass in artist’s wood frame, 182.9 x 273.7 cm.
from “From Modernist Entombment to Postmodernist Exhumation: Dead Bodies in Twentieth-century American Fiction” by Lisa K. Perdigao
I am tired, I have colossal need of you.
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944 (via violentwavesofemotion)