Chiaroscuro.

A fragment of the universe. Cinephile.

[hiraeeeth]

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There is a sort of stagnation in my soul. I am not disappointed, I am not tired, I am not depressed, but simply everything has suddenly become less interesting. I must do something to rouse myself.

Anton Chekhov, from a diary entry written c. November 1888 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[ellanmwebb2]

Photographs from my residency in Itoshima-shi, Fukuoka :

Ella Webb

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

“Each face has a story.”

Visages villages (Agnès Varda & JR, 2017)

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Adrienne Rich, from Poetry & Prose: Poems, Prose, Reviews and Criticism; “The Knight,” (x)

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John Zabawa Pressed Flowers, 2018 Photo by John Zabawa

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I have an endless scream in me,

Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Robert Bly, from “The Song the Blind Man Sings,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“Amidst those golden Flowers of melancholy The spirit is ruled By silent darkness.”

— Egon Schiele, from Letters & Poems; “The Sunflowers,”

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Helen M. Post of Anni Albers in her weaving studio at Black Mountain College, 1937.

[metaphorformetaphor]

“As for me, I go on. Alone now. Forever alone.”

—

Clarice Lispector, from “Obsession,” The Complete Stories ( New Directions, 2015)

[prettystuff]

[metaphorformetaphor]

[…] each of us is his own punishment.

Stephen Dunn, from “What They Wanted,” Landscape at the End of the Century ( W. W. Norton  Company,1992)                           (via metaphorformetaphor)

[vilicity]

[dolm]

Romania. Certeze. 1958. Inge Morath.

[mvtionl3ss]

Varanasi, India, 1996 Photo by: Steve McCurry

[orphic-mysteries]

Revivalist ring with hand holding a heart, gold and ruby

Italy, Rome, signed Castellani, c. 1860–1870 (x)

[aubade]

“Ancient exiles, tell me about your seas…”

– Arthur Rimbaud, from ‘Rimbaud Complete’  (via herhoneydress)