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Three Goblin Art
RMH
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Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
NASA
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Love Begins
Sade Olutola
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Peter Solarz

JVL

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The Reading Girl (also known as Self-Help or Time is Precious) by Antonio Rossetti (Italian, 1795–1855) mid-19th century, marble, Private Collection
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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“July 1. Too tired.” — Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923 “I am tired of lies and deformities. I need absolution.” — Anaïs Nin, The Journals [Vol.1], 1931–1934 “I was very fond of you, but now I’m so, so tired…” — Albert Camus, The Plague “I am tired of waiting on life,” — Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way: New Poems “I am so tired of that old suffering. I want life to go forward.” — Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ a very tired July. here’s to all who’s still pushing through it.
Axe head, Scandinavia, 11th-12th century
from The MET
Sylvia Plath, Three Women Originally published: 1962
Tyntesfield Chapel, Bristol
Bethesda Terrace, NYC
Tudor-era double portrait, to commemorate the marriage of William and Joan Judde. 1560.
by Matilda
Library at Brodie Castle, Scotland
— Edgar Allan Poe from “The Sleeper” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
“But it was a dream. We were wrapped in cotton, in silk threads, in webs, in moss, in fog, in the sea flavor of distance to be annihilated.”
— anais nin