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Please stop asking me how I’m doing, I have no idea, I’m actually trying to ignore it
in another universe my heart doesn’t ache whenever i think of you.
Andrew Wyeth (1917- 2009, American) ~ Jacklight, 1980
[Source: Sotheby’s]
girl wtf is wrong with you (me to me)
life is so ruthless so i must love you as hard as i can. basically
is it healthy to love someone for several years without practically any contact with each other? is it possible to love someone you don't really know? is it possible that, despite the lack of contact, you think he is the person closest to you who understands you best? is it possible to love someone even though that person has someone who is closer to him? how to reconcile and forget? how to come to terms with the thought that we will never be together? it's a pity we ever met. despite my best efforts, my thoughts always come back to you and i can't help it, even though i would like to move on. it takes so many years and im tired of living constantly hoping you feel the same.
Without memory, Hirokazu Koreeda (1996)
Yayoi Kusama's butterflies
He had been killed by an automobile. I drive the crowd away and I pick up my father’s body. I carry it on my shoulder for a long time. We go to the county morgue. I tell them this is my father and I ask them this thing which they did allow. My father is given to me and I dissect his body. I study him carefully. You ask me where I learn anatomy? My father taught me.
Stanisław Szukalski
tsunami, 2017, oil/canvas, 50 x 70 cm
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