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living deliciously
Winter by Niki Bowers.
i’ve been thinking about this shot for the past few hours because it was so much more striking in real life. the colors !!
The lily in the valley will wither. The flowers in the forest will decay. But this friendship will last forever, when all other things fade away.
March 4, 1885.
From a beautiful notebook I bought in the flea
David Walker’s paper clip collection
Wisteria crawling up the face of the mayflower pub in rotherhithe, london
Lovely day
Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Heavy”
Late May of 2022, mist and glow at the lake
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
painted this 4 years ago today, 2 years into my painting practice
Real Love!
If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.
James Baldwin, Nothing Personal
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Oskar Pollak [tr. Frederick R. Karl]
bike ride in the mist this morning before therapy
scene from today’s walk