Begin Again

"On really romantic evenings of self I go salsa dancing with my confusion" Albania.

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i used to talk to god through paper. we both remain silent now.

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Carpet - René Crevel, circa 1925.

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Japanese Youth of the 60s.

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Colour Autochrome of Peterhof Ballroom, Catherine Palace, Tsarskoe Selo, Russia as it looked in 1917 

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“I want you to know that - i. It doesn’t matter that we ended. Life moves on. People forget. Friends become strangers. The ones that you love(d) change. ii. That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I did. In my own convoluted, messy way. I did. iii. I’m sorry I couldn’t heal the wounds in your chest, I tried. I’m sorry for creating them. I never knew that I was capable of hurting anyone like that until I hurt you. iv. But… I know that war is never one sided. Sometimes, sometimes I feel like I lost a limb in that battle too. v. When it comes down to it, I’m grateful for our moments of silence, our moments of peace, interspersed with laughter. I’m grateful for your kindness. vi. Maybe I’ll never stop writing about you. vii. But you should probably stop reading what I write. viii. The truth is that some nights I still feel unbearable. But I’m getting there, I’m getting there. Most days now, I feel alright.”

— Sue Zhao // A Letter (via blossomfully)

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‪Honest, raw, real communication changes everything. Get it out. Unburden yourself. Say what you feel.‬

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Edward Watson

For Metal magazine

Photo: Teddy Iborra

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The underside of a “weeping” fungus cap. Some tree-dwelling fungi secrete a liquid when they are growing, a process known by botanists as guttation, ridding themselves of excess liquid through their pores.  Photographed by Harvey Roberts