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Salmon Sculpture, Portland, Oregon
Anna Shabalova (b.1982) - Comet. 2021. Oil on canvas.
“I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.”
— Beau Taplin (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre
― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
[text ID: It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four.]
Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”
"October" by Dion Anja, from Motion Sickness
You can buy Motion Sickness now!
— Theodore Roethke, from “Straw for the fire.”
“Nobody wants to do it- not real change, not soul change, not the painful molecular change required to truly become who you need to be. Nobody ever does real transformation for fun. Nobody ever does it on a dare. You do it only when your back is so far against the wall that you have no choice anymore.”
— Elizabeth Gilbert
““Today I forgive myself. Not just once. Again, and again, and again. As many times as it takes to find peace.” - Unknown”
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— Anne Carson, The Paris Review (Fall 2004)
[text ID: I've come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn't.]
Richard Siken really and truly went off with “sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them”
“December reigns. A smell of bread. A smell of pain. And now what will become of me?”
— Renée Brock, tr. by Linkhorn and Judy Cochran, from “Streets, A Song,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary
[ text ID: Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing. ]