“The nearest I’d come to feeling anything like God was the plain blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?”
— Janet Fitch, from White Oleander (Little, Brown, and Co., 1999)

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“The nearest I’d come to feeling anything like God was the plain blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?”
— Janet Fitch, from White Oleander (Little, Brown, and Co., 1999)
The Death of Dido, ca. 1711
Augustin Cayot (1667 - 1772)
My cat and fox skeletons.
This time last year, I was deeply and profoundly sad, every single day. I left my heart 6 hours away with someone who did not deserve it, and I didn’t realize it until it was too late. I remember waking up every day wanting to go back to sleep, just to make the time pass faster. With one goal in mind: moving back once summer was over to be with my lover. Even more depressing was finding out he never wanted me to come back. I have never felt such a numbing sadness, and I hope to never put myself in that position ever again.
Jupiter and four of its moons, next to Crescent Moon. (Source)
“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”
— Kim Culbertson, The Liberation of Max McTrue (via books-n-quotes)
“More than anything I grieve over what we never said.”
— Liv Ullman, Changing (via books-n-quotes)
Springbok skull.
Decayed and abandoned typewriter. I don’t think it’s salvageable [740 x 566]
“Memory save me from my memories.”
— Jane Rohrer, last line to “Home Movies” in The American Poetry Review (vol. 42, no.1)
Remains of the church of the Holy Redeemer (1035AD), Ani, #Kars Province, #Turkey.
Phases // Moon Calendar 2017 by Laura Graves
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