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Untitled (2007)
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need a polite way to say "im not engaging in a discussion on this topic with you because the conclusions you have reached are based on so many interwoven layers of misconceptions it would be easier to just like, hard reset your whole brain, just start over as a baby and try again"
Evil Eye Tree in Cappadocia, Turkey
Hans Braxmeier
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It’s been said angels wear a multitude of disguises. Here’s a heavenly collection of angels revealing themselves through time.
You Are Tired (I Think)
by E.E. Cummings
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.
Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away — (Only you and I, understand!)
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and — Just tired. So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart — Open to me! For I will show you the places Nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me! I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon, That floats forever and a day; I’ll sing you the jacinth song Of the probable stars; I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream, Until I find the Only Flower, Which shall keep (I think) your little heart While the moon comes out of the sea.
The Naomi Letters, Rachel Mennies
Canelle Ferragu by Naicha Mercier
Bruno Barbey
Lyle Ashton Harris. “untitled (Lyle and Robert, Bronx, New York, circa mid 1980s)”