Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus
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Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus
Augustine of Hippo, Confessions, trans. Sarah Ruden
From Epictetus’ The Art of Living (ed. Sharon Lebell)
rabbitandhana
“море” means “the sea”
Roe deer/rådjur. Värmland, Sweden (January 9, 2022).
no, you are not "running from God". He's in front of you
you're running laps on a track and He is sitting in the inner field waiting for you to tire yourself out and come sit with Him
https://www.instagram.com/p/CLwuU7mDQgd/
im a woman. i love religious imagery and psychoanalysis.
Coal Tit/svartmes. Värmland, Sweden (October 19, 2024).
Blue Mosque - Istanbul, Turkey.
A collection of Black Books of Hours
Black Hours, ca. 1475 (Morgan Library, New York)
Horae beatae marie secundum usum curie romane, ca. 1458 (Hispanic Society of America)
Black Hours of Galeazzo Maria Sforza, ca. 1466-1476 (Austrian National Library)
Keith Haring - “The Life of Christ”
triptych that serves as an altarpiece in the Interfaith AIDS Chapel at Grace Cathedral in San Francisco, which serves as a memorial for those killed by AIDS and a place of refuge for those currently suffering from the disease. Keith Haring’s last piece before his own death from AIDS.
Sappho, from Sappho: Poems & Fragments (tr. by Josephine Balmer)
LOVE WILL FIND YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN EVEN WHEN YOU THINK IT WON'T