𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐚

✴︎ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʙʟᴏɢ: ᴅᴏʟʟɪᴇꜱᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ✴︎ ꒰ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ꒱

[itsyourcalling]

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— “untitled”

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— “did you wake up smiling?”

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untitled

[hildeeveraert]

Charles Émile Joachim Constant Puyo, Brouillard, 1906

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— “haunted by the ghost of the girl I used to be.”

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cross my heart,

[kvalme-deactivated20250122]

budded on earth to bloom in heaven

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“the weak, meek sheep sleeps with deep grief right beneath your feet.”

[novemb-r]

Young girl in bunad with a lamb, date unknown, Nes, Norway.

[vacuiterror]

[masterblackoak]

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graphite on paper, 5.5” x 8.5” | original spirit photograph by William H. Mumler

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“I escaped into my daydreams as I did my piecework. I longed to enter the fraternity of the artist: the hunger, their manner of dress, their process and prayers. I’d brag that I was going to be an artist’s mistress one day. Nothing seemed more romantic to my young mind. I imagined myself Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting at artist to love and support and work side by side.”

— Patti Smith, Just Kids, 12

[alittlewoozyhere]

My great grandma, Violet Leib. It runs in the family.

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“I was relieved when I no longer had to repeat the words If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take and could say instead what was in my heart. Thus freed, I would lie in my bed by the coal stove vigorously mouthing long letters to God. I was not much of a sleeper and I must have vexed him with my endless vows, visions, and schemes. But as time passed I came to experience a different kind of prayer, a silent one, requiring more listening than speaking.”

— Patti Smith, Just Kids, 5

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a mixtape for damian