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might pull a chris mccandless
Illustration from 'Comet in Moominland' (1946), the second in Tove Jansson's series of Moomin books ♀️
Fontainebleau State Park, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich
Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess”
[Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]
Virginia Woolf photographed by Gisèle Freund, 1939 / portrait of Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell, 1934
Ruins of mausoleum in Tus, Iran, circa 1900′s.
Welder Wings
Ph. Shae DeTar
Aeschylus (trans. Anne Carson), from An Oresteia; “Agamemnon”
Robert Mapplethorpe and Patti Smith
Monet's Garden, Giverny, France ( via )
Eva Palmer-Sikelianos,1907
Grégory Chiha - Hot head
Wynn Bullock (1902-1975) - Sunset, Big Sur, 1957
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: A question: do I love laziness more than I love the feeling of accomplishing that work (writing, learning German, French, studying)? It seems that way. I take the path of least resistance and curl up with a book. Everyone else seems to be doing valuable work: social work, cancer research, teaching, degree getting, mothering. What can I do?]
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
[text ID: I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.]
Albrecht Dürer St. Eustace
Engraving, 35.3 x 25.9 cm, c. 1501