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I don’t like how you put these two photos together, as if to imply that the dumplings with the paw print have anything to do with this sweet, innocent angel who has never done anything wrong.
Falling in love and identifying birds have similar effects. Normal life is altered; every experience heightened; what was mundane begins to explode with meaning. You think birds are just birds—undifferentiated fluttering, then you find one magnified in your lens. You recognize its unique markings, lines, and color. Your heart pounds. It is a cerulean warbler. It is your new mate. I believe both things have equal power to change your life.
Debbie Blue, Consider the Birds: A Provocative Guide to Birds of the Bible
“It dropped so low in my regard...”
by Emily Dickinson
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At the bottom of my mind;
Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less Than I reviled myself For entertaining plated wares Upon my silver shelf.
“People always say ‘pain grows you.’ But I say, ‘so does love!’ Love grows us. Feeling adored, well-cared, and inclining towards softness also grow us. Bathing in your affirmation of choice nourishes your efforts.”
— India Ame’ye, Author
Weeping Willow (1919) by Claude Monet
art nouveau fireplace from 1908 in Catalonia
Hiba Abu Nada, from I Grant You Refuge (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)
Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.
Morning poem by Robin Becker
Weeping Willow (1919) by Claude Monet
Every blade of grass has an Angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow"
— The Talmud
Audre Lorde, A Burst Of Light
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Vase de Valentine Schlegel avec tulipes, 1950's
studying history is like. here's to another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be. thank you women who fight for abortion and contraception and independance from men for another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be
How I’m supposed to keep it player when I love you?