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Bathroom floor is a mini pool.
“Perhaps you have forgotten. That’s one of the great problems of our modern world, you know. Forgetting. The victim never forgets. Ask an Irishman what the English did to him in 1920 and he’ll tell you the day of the month and the time and the name of every man they killed. Ask an Iranian what the English did to him in 1953 and he’ll tell you. His child will tell you. His grandchild will tell you. And when he has one, his great-grandchild will tell you too. But ask an Englishman—” He flung up his hands in mock ignorance. “If he ever knew, he has forgotten. ‘Move on!’ you tell us. ‘Move on! Forget what we’ve done to you. Tomorrow’s another day!’ But it isn’t, Mr. Brue.” He still had Brue’s hand. “Tomorrow was created yesterday, you see. That is the point I was making to you. And by the day before yesterday, too. To ignore history is to ignore the wolf at the door.”
- A Most Wanted Man, John le Carré
a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual
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joy sullivan
An Interview with Richard Siken
The Kansas Industrialist, Manhattan, October 18, 1916
A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis
1. Vincent van Gogh, Women Picking Olives, November 1889. Basil & Elise Goulandris Foundation, Athens
2. Vincent van Gogh, Women Picking Olives, December 1889. National Gallery of Art, Washington. Chester Dale Collection
3. Vincent van Gogh, Women Picking Olives, december 1889. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. The Walter H. and Leonore Annenberg Collection. Gift of Walter H. and Leonore Annenberg, 1995, Bequest of Walter H. Annenberg, 2002
It wasn’t uncommon for Van Gogh to make multiple versions of paintings.If he was pleased with a painting, he often made one or more copies.One of these paintings was often for his brother Theo, to sell. He sometimes also painted a version to give away, e.g. to his mother and sister. This meant that he could keep the original.
Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”
heather havrilesky
the fray: where did i go wrong….. i lost a friend….. somewhere along in the bitterness….. and i would have stayed up with you all night…… had i known how to save a life……
12 year old me:
Kaveh Akbar, from “Against Hell", Calling a Wolf a Wolf
Vincent van Gogh, Grass and butterflies, details (1890)
“Let your suffering wash over you like a wave. Breathe as you take in every painful second that’s pulling you out of the oblivious past and into the eternal healing present chasing the bright future. You’re not going to live like this. All sensation of suffering that you’re feeling right now has passed. All sensation of suffering that you’re feeling right now is already memory. Change is the only constant in this universe. And you are a child of this universe that has the power to last, to heal and to live. So sleep. Rest. And cry if you must until you see things in a different light. Tomorrow will be another day to endure. Tomorrow will be another day to heal. And tomorrow will be another day for you to start all over again.”
— Juansen Dizon, Perseverance (via juansendizon)
How will the world end?
it’s genuinely not something i think too much about. there are people to love and dishes to do in the meantime.
Amy Beager