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favorite poem from that kids are better poets than us article on poetryfoundation. i tear up every time

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ykno the thing about poetry is that 99% of it is bullshit and the other 1% will cut you like a material knife, and for every person that 1% is a different section of the whole. this is probably true about all art.

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Sleeping Joan of Arc — George William Joy (1844-1925)

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Women light up the world. That's why it's called Broad daylight.

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— Carmen Maria Machado, Especially Heinous: 272 Views of Law & Order SVU

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‘Twelfth Night’ in Central Park poster (2009) // ‘Brideshead Revisited’ (2008) cast photoshoot

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Well, that's the first time I've seen a baptismal take place in a *checks hand* orgy hot tub?

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she gets it

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insecure queen

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fka twigs photographed by aiden zamiri

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Roman Ondak began with just a bare white canvas of walls. He was the first one to measure himself against the wall. The exhibit was then open to others who were also encouraged to add a piece of themselves to the artwork. He entitled it Measuring the Universe and soon the walls were covered in names of people with different heights and stories. An estimated 90,000 people have written their names to help contribute to the piece of growing and living art.

“I think it really does begin to make you think about ideas of space in the universal and the infinite in a really interesting way but it is also very, very personal and this sense of this kind of white void when the exhibition opened being slowly built by all of these points, these names and it is almost like a kind of constellation of stars.”

(Images via MoMA)