haha i like you. I’ll be growing on you like moss now if that’s alright
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haha i like you. I’ll be growing on you like moss now if that’s alright
the holdovers (2023)
Thomas Eakins, "Sketch for the Crucifixion", 1880
‘Wrestlers’ by Thomas Eakins, c. 1899.
Sound of Metal (2019) dir. Darius Marder
― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
[text ID: I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.]
sometimes I have brief moments of clarity like oh yes. love and joy should be guiding me and it will all work out. documenting so i remember to express this
rest in peace edward fairfax rochester you would've loved radiohead
why don't u listen to some folk & blues & realize that our timeless commonalities as humans vastly outweigh what few differences u perceive as alienating
At some point you have to actually hold the thing steady in your hand otherwise it will slip through your fingers. Not the idea of it, but the thing itself. And praise that you can hold it at all. To understand how much determination it takes to grasp life in its fullness and. Turn it around sensing feeling the weight the reality not just desperately picking up the next closest thing based on ideal breeding emptiness. The ideals form through their imperfect cultivation alongside tremendous amounts of pain and effort and that’s that. I don’t know. The art of gratitude and acceptance and TRUE love of life and something or other— that’s hard, that’s endless, the willingness to see where deception and distraction sneak in to pry it from your fingers ! To be so ruthlessly honest! And then to still laugh at the end of the day. The marvelous play. The work of a lifetime.
Alisher Kushakov aka Кушаков Алишер aka Alish (Uzbek, b. 1988, Dzhizak, Jizzakh, Uzbekistan, based Moscow, Russia) - Paintings: Oil
Aubrey Levinthal (American, b. 1986), August Night, 2018. Oil on panel, 30 x 24 in.
Étienne Tournès – Intimacy (1901)
the fall (detail) - alan stephens foster
Miklós Ligeti, Csók, 1902
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