Maya Angelou working on her bed with a Thesaurus, a Dictionary, and the Holy Bible. (1982)

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Maya Angelou working on her bed with a Thesaurus, a Dictionary, and the Holy Bible. (1982)
no connection without willingness to be seen. no connection without curiosity and understanding, without compassion and forgiveness. no connection without tolerance and inconvenience. no connection without the courage to divulge feelings, thoughts and needs. no connection without putting the health of the bond before pride or the comfort of hiding. no connection without embarassing yourself a little. without hard conversations, or the space and will to learn and grow. without accepting and loving imperfection
Pierre Huyghe Nymphéas transplant 2014 Hommage to Monet : Giverny’s pond water, fauna, flora and lilies…
Pair with some more contemporary sculpture
Alice Notley
nathaniel russell
In the club reading poetryfoundation.com
There is a great deal of truth there. Sometimes special moments happen purely by accident. But most of them happen because you make a plan and create the conditions to let them happen.
Life is really just returning back to yourself over and over and over again.
thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.
The gift I possess is my difference
Is anyone else like me and whenever you can sense that some aspect of yourself is not seamlessly fitting in to a preordained spot externally you’re like oh I gotta shave that down, I gotta kill that. Meanwhile that is you…. On your most original spectacular intelligent interesting sexy cool and instinctual level
okay but waking up in the middle of the night to soft rain and knowing you’ve got hours to sleep, when you’re toasty warm and comfortable and sleep has made you forget all your worries and you go back to sleep feeling as content as ever.
How slutty would you say you are?
In theory? Very. In practice? Not at all. I’m lazy.
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Life imitating art.