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Jeff Frandsen: @affirmance
“I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.” ― E.B. White
The Courier-Journal, Louisville, Kentucky, August 31, 1952
“Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away…”
— Frida Kahlo (via goodreadss)
Sequoia National Park, California Photography by Jonathan Irish Follow @travelgurus for more
What Lot’s Wife Would Have Said (if She Wasn’t a Pillar of Salt)
by Karen Finneyfrock
Do you remember when we met in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless, and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing you, when we were young, and blushed with youth like bruised fruit. Did we care then what our neighbors did in the dark? When our first daughter was born on the River Jordan, when our second cracked her pink head from my body like a promise, did we worry what our friends might be doing with their tongues? What new crevices they found to lick love into or strange flesh to push pleasure from, when we called them Sodomites then, all we meant by it was neighbor. When the angels told us to run from the city, I went with you, but even the angels knew that women always look back. Let me describe for you, Lot, what your city looked like burning since you never turned around to see it. Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form of loving this indecent? Cover your eyes tight, husband, until you see stars, convince yourself you are looking at Heaven. Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god. I would say these things to you now, Lot, but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue. So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan. I will stand here and I will watch you run.
“Nous sommes le surgissement du temps.”
— Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phénoménologie de la perception
Teen boy jumping, 1930′s. / src: eBay via gerda-kay
“Know that you can start late, look different, be uncertain and still succeed.”
— Misty Copeland
Ph. Francesca Woodman
In front of Chez Mestre, 1947, by Willy Ronis.
“If it gets awkward, let it be awkward. That awkwardness is something they created. You don’t owe anyone a performance of being okay when you are not feeling okay so that they can feel better about themselves.”
— Jennifer Peepas (via wordsnquotes)
“This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons even though they see beached skulls the song nobody knows because anyone who had heard it is dead, and the others can’t remember. Shall I tell you the secret and if I do, will you get me out of this bird suit? I don’t enjoy it here squatting on this island looking picturesque and mythical with these two feathery maniacs, I don’t enjoy singing this trio, fatal and valuable. I will tell the secret to you, to you, only to you. Come closer. This song is a cry for help: Help me! Only you, only you can, you are unique at last. Alas it is a boring song but it works every time.”
— -Margaret Atwood, Siren Song (via fypoetry)
“The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees — to learn something by being nothing a little while but the rich lens of attention.”
— Mary Oliver (via la-femme-terrible)
your life can look so different, so much better, in just a few months. keep going.
Edward Dimsdale