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My bones are mountains. My tears, rushing rivers. The earth’s crust is my skin. Trees adorn my head. The sun, moon, and stars Are in my eyes. The ether of the Universe is my breath. Separateness is an illusion. I am all things and all things are me. -Anya Phenix

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Sarah | Room for Tuesday

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Babie Lato

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Amanda Watters

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fireplace in the bedroom

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Serena Mitnik-Miller

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The view from our balcony in Paris.

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Patti Wagner

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“I have never more wanted to see you than I do now — just to sit and look at you,”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. October 1927 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“I was thinking so much about myself that I was getting impossible again,”

— Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Works; “The Garden of Eden,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“Don’t you wonder sometimes, what might have happened if you tried?”

— Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

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“A thousand dreams within me softly burn.”

— Arthur Rimbaud  

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Highclere Castle, featured in Architectural Digest 

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Jeanne Moreau in Jules et Jim (François Truffaut, 1962)

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Objects; a series of film posters highlighting movie props. By Jordan Bolton

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Anne Carson, Decreation