pockets full of dust

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Mali Fischer, on Tumblr

On Etsy

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'The Surreal World' - Tilda Swinton by Tim Walker for W Magazine

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De Japanse bloemenkunstenaar Azuma Makoto blijft ons verbazen met uitzonderlijke projecten. Zo ook weer zijn eerste project in 2015: de expositie ‘Iced Flowers’ die op 10 en 11 Januari plaatsvond in Tokyo. Het oogstrelende project onderzoek de transitie die bloemen doormaken als ze in ijs gevangen zijn. Beïnvloed door de extreme omstandigheden vertonen de bloemen unieke uiterlijkheden die normaal onzichtbaar blijven. Makoto: “Please enjoy how flowers and ice change themselves over time in the ruins far from human’s existence – it is an inorganic space that makes a vivid contrast with flowers.”

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"Make visible what, without you, might perhaps never have been seen."

Robert Bresson (via billyjane)

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Sandra Pozun

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Some words for hangover, like ours, refer prosaically to the cause: the Egyptians say they are “still drunk,” the Japanese “two days drunk,” the Chinese “drunk overnight.” The Swedes get “smacked from behind.” But it is in languages that describe the effects rather than the cause that we begin to see real poetic power. Salvadorans wake up “made of rubber,” the French with a “wooden mouth” or a “hair ache.” The Germans and the Dutch say they have a “tomcat,” presumably wailing. The Poles, reportedly, experience a “howling of kittens.” My favorites are the Danes, who get “carpenters in the forehead.” In keeping with the saying about the Eskimos’ nine words for snow, the Ukrainians have several words for hangover.

Hangovers, translated, from A Few Too Many

In honor of tonight’s overindulgence and tomorrow’s consequences, one of my favorite New Yorker essays of all time. 

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Revenge, Ellen von Unwerth. 

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 "The difference between me and a lot of painters is that I have to have a personal contact with my models.... I have to become enamored. Smitten. That's what happened when I saw Helga." Andrew Wyeth, on The Helga Pictures.

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Long time no see tumblr, think I'll try to visit this ole' thing a little more often.

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The conversion on the way to damascus. Caravaggio.

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If I’m sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?

José Saramago, from Blindness (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1998)

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Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.

Andrew Boyd (via nearerthemoon)

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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

Frida Kahlo  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Aaron Westerberg