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“He has beautiful hands, fine as earth, rough and warm like brown sand. Sometimes he lets me wash his back and shoulders, which is when I get the marvelling feeling most strongly. I have never told him about this.”
— Helen Simpson, from ‘Four Bare Legs in a Bed’, Four Bare Legs in a Bed: Stories
Details#3 : Judith Beheading Holofernes, ca.1598-99, by Caravaggio.
Every level in your life will require a different version of you.
- Meggan Roxanne
Understanding things doesn’t happen over night.
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“I don’t say: far away life is real with its imaginary places I say: life here is possible.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from ‘The Dice Player’, Mural (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami)
From ‘If You Had My Love’ - Jennifer Lopez (1999)
The Kiss - Egon Schiele 1915
Austrian 1890-1918
As Told by Ginger (2000-2006)
“But happiness, for me, is a strange, tumultuous feeling, composed of endless evasions, always in danger of collapse.”
— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)
“I find value in thinking in stories. Aren’t we all woven through with stories? Isn’t that how we think of our lives, how we survive them? Now, when someone hurts me, I remember that they are only living the terms of their own fictions—sometimes desperately—so their selves don’t unravel.”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, “Woven” from Guernica Magazine (via tristealven)
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