I Picture You, Soaked In Light.

[adrasteiax]

“Mornings carry the blackness of damp earth, evenings glow—(…) Then the dreams come, saying nothing.”

— Joanna Klink, from The Devotions in “The Nightfields”

[quotemadness]

“Above all else, it is about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry. I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that’s why I made works of art.”

— Felix Gonzalez-Torres

[egosumdaniel]

Jenny Holzer, MoMA.

[apocryphics]

Rilke, “The Last of His Line” // Carson, “The Glass Essay”

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1910-1926

[theotreptos]

[theotreptos]

[last-picture-show]

Louis Stettner, Next to Notre Dame, Paris, 1991

[kradhe]

USA. Washington, D.C. August 28, 1963. The March on Washington (detail) Leonard Freed  

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“You can’t escape the sea that cradled you (…)”

—

George Seferis, from Collected Poems; trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard.

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[wehadfacesthen]

Elvis Presley, 1956, photo by Alfred Wertheimer

[jazbaaati]

Czeslaw Milosz, Notes.

[chrysa1lism]

how i wish to love someone with my whole being

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i swear to god the amount of caffeine in my system is enough to kill a horse

[trembeling]

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