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Sandro Botticelli, Nastagio degli Onesti: Secondo Episodio, 1483 VS Alfred Hitchcock, North by Northwest, 1959
Dupont
Charleston, S.C.
the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.
Warsan Shire
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via wordsnquotes)
Brad Pitt for GQ Style, Summer 2017 by Ryan McGinley
Four Hands (2001)
Bill Viola
suite francaise
Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.
Stephanie Georgopulus, How To Miss Someone (via wordsnquotes)
the fall
Firenze, Tuscany, Italy by Gabriele Colzi
Credit: NY Times