There is Life Inside.

Where there is art, there is sadness.

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Wild Flower studies plus my cat

2015

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I'm still alive, but I'm barely breathing.

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Craig Billingham - The North Face (2012)

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Vertigo is the conflict between the fear of falling and the desire to fall.

Salman Rushdie (via likeafieldmouse)

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Lunar eclipse October 8, 2014

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Edvard Munch - “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”

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If it isn’t worth doing, it isn’t worth doing well.

Donald Hebb (via likeafieldmouse)

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Vincent Fournier - Mars Desert Research Station [MDRS], Mars Society, San Rafael S 64 Well, Utah, U.S.A. (2008)

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It is not wise to find symbols in everything that one sees. It makes life too full of terrors.

Oscar Wilde (via likeafieldmouse)

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Mars retrograde

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Jörg Marx - Bavarian Forest (2013)

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Timothy H. Lee - Secretive Skin (2012)

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A poem can’t take the place of a plum, or an apple. But just as a painting can recreate, by illusion, the dimension it loses by being confined to canvas, so a poem, by its own system of illusions, can set up a rich and apparently living world within its particular limits.

Sylvia Plath, who would’ve been 82 today, on poetry in a rare BBC recording (via explore-blog)

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You can take all the birds with broken wings and put them in a basket, but you can’t make them fly.

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Wilhelm Sasnal

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You know, they straightened out the Mississippi River in places, to make room for houses and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. “Floods” is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding; it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, what valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory — what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a rush of imagination if is our “flooding.”

Excerpt from “The Site of Memory,” Toni Morrison, What Moves at the Margin: Selected Nonfiction  (via commovente)

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What we don’t understand we can make mean anything.

Chuck Palahniuk (via likeafieldmouse)