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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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“You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.”
— Silas House
“As for art, it is simply sensitive, and nothing can be sought outside of sensitivity and emotion, which are the reasons for art.”
— poetry-siir ©
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”
- Edvard Munch
A poem, an exercise in omitting letters.
by Thomas Penny
[Image description: text. The first line reads, “I feel like I could dive right into your arms.” Subsequent lines repeat the sentence but with words omitted so that they read, “I like you. I feel you. I fell right into your arms. I live in you. I feel I could right you. I lie to you. I fell cold in your arms. I feel like I could die in your arms. I could die. Yours.” End description.]
Me: *takes ur lil mannerisms n vocab quirks bc we r friends n i am a sponge*
Head of a Dead Young Man (version two) by Theodore Gericault
“Tonight I can write (The Saddest Lines),” Pablo Neruda / frenchtoastlesbian / Hozier / “seven,” Taylor Swift / Fleabag, Phoebe Waller-Bridge
Forest Fog in Monochrome
Photographed by Freddie Ardley - Instagram @freddieardley
Love is the last word.
Of all the worn, smudged, dog-eared words in our vocabulary, “love” is surely the grubbiest, smelliest, slimiest. Bawled from a million pulpits, lasciviously crooned through hundreds of millions of loudspeakers, it has become an outrage to good taste and decent feeling, an obscenity which one hesitates to pronounce. And yet it has to be pronounced; for, after all, Love is the last word.
— Aldous Huxley, The Divine Within: Selected Writings on Enlightenment (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; July 2, 2013) (via Brainpickings)
Still-Life with Homunculus (2012) by Natalia Smirnova
Venice by Eirik Holmoyvik
Sala degli imperatori, Galleria Borghese, Rome. Photographed by Max Hutzel, c.1960.
"I'll take care of you."
"It's rotten work."
"Not to me, not if it's you."