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Juliana Huxtable, There Are Certain Facts That Cannot Be Disputed, 2015

Kara Walker, African Boy Attendant Curio with Molasses and Brown Sugar, from The Marvelous Sugar Baby Installation at the old Domino Sugar Factory Warehouse, 2014.

I can’t watch the sea for a long time or what’s happening on land doesn’t interest me anymore [monica vitti]

"her enthusiasm just leaves me/fearful for her" -brett foster

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"Idle people are often bored and bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel." -renata adler

"ordinary things done with tenderness"

what does that look like in my life?

thinking about the bees and the great barrier reef

"We are all so overwhelmed by culture...that it is a relief to see something which is done directly, only because one wants to do it."

missdubois

Meshes of the Afternoon (1943) by Maya Deren and Alexander Hammid

I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make every hour holy. I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough just to stand before you like a thing, dark and shrewd. I want my will, and I want to be with my will as it moves towards deed; and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times, when something is approaching, I want to be with those who are wise or else alone. I want always to be a mirror that reflects your whole being, and never to be too blind or too old to hold your heavy, swaying image. I want to unfold. Nowhere do I want to remain folded, because where I am bent and folded, there I am lie. And I want my meaning true for you.

"God help me" "oh She will"

Mothman: Describes the Process of Metamorphosis in an Interview with The New York Times Longer than winter but less mechanical than sex. A river slowly ripping a hole in its own shirt of ice. Something that keeps breathing until it outgrows its own cage of bones. Imagine the sound of wind around a single wire. Imagine the sound snow would make falling inside an amphitheater with no audience, followed by a sudden fear of heights. Flight is for actual heroes. Truthfully, most of us can’t tolerate that kind of loneliness, and most of what comes after is just an endless huffing about in the stadium lights. I came into this world like every normal apple with an untreatable longing. Did I always know what I was? I’ll tell you what, I knew what I wasn’t. [Nico Amador]

"I’m so real my hair is going gray, legs bruised up like tree bark, veins of my neck as swollen as ripe fruit, the cheeks of what is growing."

vintagesaltbackup

Brittany Murphy photographed by Kate Garner, 1999.

still from Watershed, July 2016

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