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if i look back, i am lost

Andulka
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Mike Driver
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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good morning my sexy poets let’s carpe this diem
31.12.2017 - Speyer, Germany.
Twin Peaks (1990-1991)
Huang O, from a poem titled "To The Tune Of Plucking A Cinnamon Branch,," featured in Women Poets of China
Jane Hirshfield, from a poem titled "Today, When I Could Do Nothing," featured in The Asking: New and Selected Poems
— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via lunamonchtuna)
Art by Pavel Oleinik
did you know public libraries are free and beautiful
i rly do love the 'schedule send' option for emails bc when i actually need to look like a functioning person i schedule emails to send at like 9:07 am and it's like wow! what a go-getter. i bet this guy slept a normal number of hours and sent this email after waking up at a regular time and brushed his teeth and ate breakfast and everything before he sent this email at a neutral morning time. not too early. not too late. let the dog out and grabbed the physical newspaper he subscribes to because he supports local journalism. a real standup person all around.
“I was much the same person as I am now: gloomy, thoughtful, unhappy in groups, always reading in the back seat of cars”
Donna Tartt on her 14 year old self
and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
Emily Dickinson in a letter to Elizabeth Holland written c. 20 January 1856
Winter mornings are made of steel; they have a metallic taste and sharp edges. On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it's plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.
– Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
Pots and Pans by Anthony Brault