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To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die

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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

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Goodbyes are inevitable | discarded library book acquired from Michael Dumontier @stoppingoffplace

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when I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom...

Listen—are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.

Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.

I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly,

I want to be improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

it is a serious thing just tobe alive on this fresh morning in this broken world

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— Speaking Tree, Joy Harjo

[text ID: I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark—]

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musings on february

Hussein Chalayan (?), Franz Kafka (@shi-saa), Anne Magill, Bing Hua, Anne Magill, Margaret Atwood, Anne Magill, Dorothy Livesay, Anne Magill, Alice McDermott, Hussein Chalayan

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how do you love?

Richard Siken, Peter Wever, Ilya Kaminsky, Margaret Atwood, Ada Limón, Akseli Gallen-Kallela, Richard Siken, @maieste, Madeline Miller, Holly Warburton, Shauna Barbosa, Benjamin Alire Sáenz

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this obliterated me

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Antigonick, Anne Carson

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Punishment, Rabindranath Tagore (Translated by William Butler Yeats)

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I do not know the name of the feeling that I have for you. But it is a special tenderness, something I have never felt until now, not for anyone.

— Gustave Flaubert in correspondence with George Sand; Croisset, 12 November 1866, Monday night, from Selected Letters

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Jean Paul Gaultier Spring 2002 Couture

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Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, from Selected Poems; “Peace!”

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Dish with design of horse and cheetah.  Northeastern Iran, Nishapur / Date: approx. 900-1000 / Earthenware with painted slip decoration under glaze  x

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Clouds for scenery (1783) PNGs

(source: desimonewayland)

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nature is beautiful........

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“August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don’t you? 92 degrees even in the shade. This intensity, this heat, sun like a disc-saw through your body…”

— From Written On The Body, by Jeanette Winterson (via allloversbetray)

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