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@thisisalife
Jörg Sasse
Ernest Protasiewicz
I love the mountains and I love old souls and I love the person that I’m becoming
Ben Zank
Sun / make me whole again / to love / the shattered truths of me
Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Chorus”
Andres Serrano, Pisschrist, 1987
parents: so what are you going to do with your life
me: it's a surprise
Fire reflected on birds in smoke, at Moerdijk, the Netherlands
A bed is just a shelf for our body when we are not using it.
Stefano Maruzzo
Should I keep changing until I become something that has an other? I’ve tried that. What else can I do for love?
Keetje Kuipers, from “The Extinct” in The Keys to the Jail
Documenteur dir. Agnès Varda (1981)
you deserve the world even if that means giving it to yourself
Laurence Anyways (2012) directed by Xavier Dolan
And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass.
Ezra Pound
Kurt Solmssen, Lauren Sleeping in Winter Sunlight (2012), oil, 48 x 36 inches. Via kurtsolmssen.net.
But good God, what’s wrong with me, after all? What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn’t know?
Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector