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Maria Isabel Barreno, Maria Teresa Horta, and Maria Velho da Costa, tr. by Helen R. Lane, from The Three Marias: New Portuguese Letters; “Third Letter I”
This is a real picture taken by photographer Keinichi Ohno. It's a single photo of a bird standing at the edge of some water with a wall and its reflection creating a fascinating optical illusion.
Brenda Hillman, "Escape & Logic" // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Louise Glück, "Timor Mortis" // @/art.of.between on ig // Sylvia Plath, "Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest" // @mun-dane, "on love arriving unannounced" // Florence + the Machine – Girls Against God // Virginia Woolf // Molly Brodak, "Molly Brodak" // Jane Austen, Emma
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Liu Xiaodong, The Lovers
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
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Kai Cheng Thom, from "to a lost sister", Falling Back in Love with Being Human: Letters to Lost Souls
rot series.... part 2!!! really happy with how these turned out! i focused more on texture this time, trying to capture that orange peel feel 🍊 i'm also so stoked with the glazes i bought, they're exactly what i was looking for (even if i need to work on coverage with the mold portions.) i think next run through i'm going to really push the shapes and attempt lids...
— v, from “excerpt from a book i will never write” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
I became demented about his body in nonsexual contexts. If his shirt lifted and his trousers dragged when he was trying to reach a high shelf, revealing a crescent moon of hip bone, my heart would beat so hard I could basically chew it. The mole on his throat had me writing poetry. Watching him fumble for his cigarettes in his pockets was an incredible experience. By contrast, he liked watching me shower, and I just let him.
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