Eliza Kopec [Poland] (b 1960) ~ ‘Sylvia Okwui Enwezor’, 2014. Acrylic on wood (150 x 111 cm).
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Eliza Kopec [Poland] (b 1960) ~ ‘Sylvia Okwui Enwezor’, 2014. Acrylic on wood (150 x 111 cm).
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e v e r y t h i n g i s n o w
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everybody loves a woman’s independence until it threatens their ego.
an Italian summer in Sorrento, Amalfi, and Capri
I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true? And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who[m]? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop.
Qué bueno que me diste bien bonito en la madre. Qué ricos besos me diste cuando tuviste ganas. Qué bonito fue creer que me dejarías llenarte la boca de tulipanes. Qué bonito dormirnos y encontrarnos desnudos y amanecidos con la piel impregnada de aliento. Qué bonito el inocente sentimiento de pensar que el amor te hacía efecto. Qué bonito tomarnos de la mano. Qué bonito decir que no íbamos nunca a lastimarnos. Qué bonito que lo olvidaste. Qué bonito tu silencio. Qué bonita tu repentina ausencia sin avisar las razones. Qué bonito deshacerme en un mar de dudas.
a concept: me, in my cottage, in front of the wood stove, sipping tea. looking outside, my bees are pollinating my expansive garden. my goats and chickens and cows are happy and safe. i feel content with my choices and my future. i unconditionally and recklessly love myself. the local children believe i am a witch.
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One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
This is from one tree hill, not John green (via bl-ossomed)