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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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The Stonewall Inn
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Love Begins
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.” - Mary Oliver. Beautiful photo by @jamiealcornyoga . . . #bookstagram #winter #cozy #amreading #books #nyc #reading #fiction #maryoliver #coffee
This is so hard to do and yet I try.
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Still Life with Red Tea Kettle by Man Ray
Size: 25.4x30.48 cm Medium: oil, canvas
Reminds me of my own very first stillife, now lost in the past.
The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.
C. JoyBell C. (via awelltraveledwoman)
Alnwick Castle Library in Alnwick, Great Britain
Chatsworth House Library in Derbyshire, Great Britain
Emperor’s Private Library at Chateau Fontainebleau in Seine-et-Marne, France
Just beautiful.
Lock me up here......
good lord in heaven above.
Oh sweet!
Golden smoothie
From left: Irina Reyn, Emily Barton.Last month, after her reading at the Golden Notebook bookstore in Woodstock, New York, Irina Reyn sat down for an onstage conversation with the novelist Emily Barton. Reyn had read from her new novel, The Imperial Wife, in which two women—Catherine the Great in eighteenth-century Russia and Tanya in contemporary... Read More »
“There is still something so threatening about a woman in a top position, and the conversations about her success often circle around how she got there and what she had to sacrifice to achieve such a lofty goal. That’s an accepted part of the narrative where powerful women are concerned. The horse myth—that Catherine the Great died by having sex with a horse—is exactly the same as what we are seeing with Clinton. It is a way to make light of, to besmirch and pull down a powerful woman.” —Irina Reyn
Agree. Sadly too often true and yet this talk proofs how people still feel how unusual it is that women get there in the first place. This will only change when basic structures of family, marriage, labor, eduction and salary equality change. I am not optimistic it will happen soon.
I know there is a disparity between the person I am able to be when I’m writing, who is mindful, meticulous, self-critical, generous and patient, and the person I am when I’m trying to get my kids to sit still for a few minutes. It’s so humbling to know that our best selves are reserved for the page. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if that best self could live all the time and in all the rooms of our lives? I think the writing is a practice in being that self. It calms something. It allows me to be that mindful, generous person. And I feel like reading does that, too. When you’re reading, you’re so attentive to someone else’s view of the world even if it’s fiction.
Tracy K. Smith (Guernica, 2016)
This is exactely how I feel and it actually kills me, this better person on the paper and in my head. I want to be her and I fail, but it gives me that little hope that not all is lost.
Albrecht Dürer ‘Tuft of Cowslips’ or ‘Primula’ (1526)
490 years ago.....and still fresh!
John Keats’s letter to Fanny Brawne, dated 13 October 1819
My dearest Girl,
This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else. The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my life. My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again – my life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love. You[r] note came in just here – I cannot be happier away from you. ‘Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion. I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more. I could be martyr’d for my Religion. Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet – You have ravish’d me away by Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavored often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.” I can do that no more – the pain would be too great. My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
Yours for ever
John Keats
Source: Haverford College
Beautiful!
A Saturday afternoon.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via booksquoteslove)
Yes, a thousand times yes.
Don’t sabotage yourself. There are plenty of other people willing to do that for free.
Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things (via booksquoteslove)
Learned that the hard way.
