Isabelle Huppert photographed by Łukasz Pukowiec for Behind The Blinds Magazine
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Not today Justin

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Show & Tell

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shark vs the universe
hello vonnie
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Keni
Xuebing Du
One Nice Bug Per Day
Acquired Stardust
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Isabelle Huppert photographed by Łukasz Pukowiec for Behind The Blinds Magazine
Joanna Newsom by Jim Newberry. Harp Magazine. 2006 (x)
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up and downs.
Nicole Kidman photographed by Firooz Zahedi (1996)
wishing my summer classes weren't in the summer 🥖🥖
Jennifer Jones in Duel in the Sun, 1946
Warning… you didn’t listened to any harp music today
The depressed often report a loss of the experience of beauty, a flatness that covers everything once held dear and colors it grey. That was not my experience: rarely in my life has the beauty of prayer, of art, of music, of everything been more vivid to me than during those painful days. And rarely have I been so unable to derive anything from it beyond the ache of my own isolation. It was as if I beheld intense beauty through an impenetrable window of thick glass. I could not tear myself away from the loveliness, but neither could I myself become lovely.
Jesus Wept: When Faith & Depression Meet, Barbara C. Crafton
Планы на день……
“Plans for the day…”
Edgar Ende (German, 1901-1965)
The dark and the light angel (Der dunkle und der helle Engel), N/D
Oil on canvas
David Lynch - Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me
(1992)
detail, family photo
How was I to know While the day slows And the sun stares, stalling Into the dimming barrel of night Where the stars are falling? I’ve got no say But still I’m calling for my old friend We sow and we reap, again