Provisions

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Marlene Dumas, Passion, 1994  contemporary-art-blog

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The sea 1937- Koshiro Onchi - (1881-1955)

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About to start my new life

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Max and I exist

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I feel sad and lonely because I've been sick for two days, and I realized that the majority of my friends wouldn't have known because only a few of them had contacted me. Have you ever been sick alone? Or recovered and still been alone? I can't discount the ones who showed me love, but they are all further than a phone call.

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Pablo Picasso

Têtes (Heads), 1956

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[lazyyogi]

The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.

Osho  (via funeral)

Do I believe it?

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I’m sharing this again because it applies to a totally different context.

This is from April, 2011.

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I could start by saying You really had me going.

Instead, I'll start with Suspense, in the way I used to know her.

She always was: A state or condition of mental uncertainty or excitement, as in awaiting a decision or outcome, usually accompanied by a degree of apprehension or anxiety.

She was also: a state of mental indecision, and the state or condition of being suspended.

But now, I have experienced her more intimately as: The space between our bodies. As the moment just before. As anticipation, or less emphatically, as waiting.

I know Suspension as the way our bodies were held, and where mine may remain hanging.

Suspense may have caught me, but the tower will crumble.

The tower will crumble, and I'll put her to rest.

Here lies Suspense.

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You know, when I move, nobody's going to know like what my favorite bread to get at the grocery store was. It's a small way of saying I'm sad I stayed so singular.

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Marpo Point, Japan

National Geographic | April 1945

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I'll fall asleep on a bed of fresh peas dotted with the smallest radishes.

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Path of Figs, 2012 | Giulia Bianchi

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I get nervous because my favorite stories are and always have been