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[nogreatillusion]

“I have been very lazy this last month and put everything off. The whole experience of being broken and mended has exhausted me both mentally and psychologically. I need empty days and barren landscapes.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Dorothy Benotti written c. March 1961 (via oiseauperdu)

[kafk-a]

“It takes more than half a century to figure out who they were, the few real loves-of-your-life, and how much of the rest— the mad breaking-heart stickiness—falls away, slowly, unnoticed, the way you lose your taste for things like popsicles unthinkingly.”

— Barbara Ras, from Washing the Elephant

[universitybookstore]

Francesca Woodman (April 3, 1958 – January 19, 1981) was an American photographer best known for her black and white pictures featuring either herself or female models. Many of her photographs show women, naked or clothed, blurred merging with their surroundings, or whose faces are obscured. Her work continues to be the subject of much critical acclaim and attention, years after she died by suicide at the age of 22, in 1981.

[bostonpoetryslam]

Write as well as you can, with as much heart as you can, whenever you can. Make sure there are people in your life who will have faith in your promise when you can’t. Get your writing in the world, ideally for the money you deserve because writing is work that deserves compensation. But do not worry about being closer to 50 or 65 or 83. Artistic success, in all its forms, is not merely the purview of the young. You are not a late bloomer. You are already blooming.

Roxane Gay, for her advice column Ask Roxane (via thoughtalotaboutbeingarobot)

[lifeinpoetry]

How differently will the moment construe / itself across the screens of our faces later when / once more we tell a story called I Survived.

Lisa Olstein, from “Cinders Of,” Late Empire (via lifeinpoetry)

[wetheurban]

ORA-C Jewelry Unveils New “Golden Sage” Collection Lookbook

[blackfashion]

Aïssata, 23, NYC Model IG: @blissfullqueen Photographer IG: @dfams Dress: @omoobafashions Blissfullqueenn.tumblr.com

[tracywan]

[yvonnegeorgina]

[litverve]

It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.

Mary Oliver, “Praying” in Thirst: Poems (via litverve)

[theclassicsreader]

One has either to take people as they are, or leave them as they are. One cannot change them, one can merely disturb their balance. A human being, after all, is not made up of single pieces, from which a single piece can be taken out and replaced by something else.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice (via theclassicsreader)

[beatonna]

sick burns 

[burnedshoes]

© Shōmei Tōmatsu, 1957-58, Prostitute, Nagoya

[noodlesinbroth]

‘The Attic’ Jing Wen by Yu Cong // Numéro China February 2016

[nikaventurini-deactivated202506]

[nyclocale-deactivated20170724]

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.

Buddha (via nyclocale)

[mappingthemoon]

Now that I am almost never the youngest person in any room I realize that what I miss most about those times is the very thing that drove me so mad back when I was living in them. What I miss is the feeling that nothing has started yet, that the future towers over the past, that the present is merely a planning phase for the gleaming architecture that will make up the skyline of the rest of my life. But what I forget is the loneliness of all that. If everything is ahead then nothing is behind. You have no ballast. You have no tailwinds either. You hardly ever know what to do, because you’ve hardly done anything. I guess this is why wisdom is supposed to be the consolation prize of aging. It’s supposed to give us better things to do than stand around and watch in disbelief as the past casts long shadows over the future.

Meghan Daum, “Not What It Used to Be” (from The Unspeakable, via Brain Pickings)