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if i look back, i am lost

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Acquired Stardust

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Britney - 1999 & 2000
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Late-winter sunlight in a decaying farm building.
Christian Wiman, "How Many Days"
"Because he was lonely he became a theologian," wrote Dietrich Bonhoeffer's closest friend Eberhard Bethge, "and because he became a theologian he was lonely." . . . What Bethge is trying to express is that Bonhoeffer became a theologian because he sensed that his primal loneliness had its origin and end in God, and because he gave his life over to this pursuit, he became in some way unfit for ordinary happiness . . . [H]e was lonely in a way that only God eases, and he was Christian in a way that knows that God, insofar as he is fully Christ and thus fully human, never quite does (never quite can?). To put it differently, loneliness is a condition that God both eases and is.
Christian Wiman, Zero at the Bone: Fifty Entries Against Despair
‘Winter Night in the Mountains. Study’ by Harald Sohlberg, c. 1901-1902.
Jack Kerouac, The original Scroll version of "Of the Road", 1957
Sonnet: Against Entropy
John M. Ford
The worm drives helically through the wood And does not know the dust left in the bore Once made the table integral and good; And suddenly the crystal hits the floor. Electrons find their paths in subtle ways, A massless eddy in a trail of smoke; The names of lovers, light of other days Perhaps you will not miss them. That's the joke. The universe winds down. That's how it's made. But memory is everything to lose; Although some of the colors have to fade, Do not believe you'll get the chance to choose. Regret, by definition, comes too late; Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.
Janis Joplin at the Chelsea Hotel in New York City, New York. March 1969.
Photos taken by David Gahr.
Cherie Currie and Jodie Foster photographed by Michael Ochs on the set of “Foxes” (1980)
Lindsay Lohan photographed by Bruce Weber, 1998.
Lana Del Rey at Kent Boarding School, 2002
Ian Sepulveda
Christmas By Vladimir Kokanov