without a n e s t h e s i a

in the time & being

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

What she was like. Snow, cream, marble, cherries, alabaster, golden wire? None of these. She was like a fox, or an olive tree; like the waves of the sea when you look down upon them from a height; like an emerald; like the sun on a green hill which is yet clouded—

Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Orlando: A Biography,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[surrealmaps]

Iran /2

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[lostinurbanism]

[maudit]

[redlipstickresurrected]

Sophie Lécuyer (French, b. 1987, Épinal, France) - Sirens, 2017  Linocut on Fabriano Rosaspina Ivory Paper

[the-library-and-step-on-it]

Zadie Smith.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

To live alone, and continually to reopen the wounds in your heart by dwelling upon memories, may well make your life too drear for endurance.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter to Nikolai Strakhov written c. May 1871 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[treebystream]

Helen Frankenthaler, midnight

[gabriellabowden]

Julian Hooper 

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From Thirty-Six Views of Mt Fuji, 1830-34-Hokusai at NGV

[heysuede]

Shoes @ Givenchy Resort 2018

[wordsnquotes]

Some people put walls up, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down.

Socrates (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Give up the notion that you must be sure of what you are doing. Instead, surrender to what is real within you, for that alone is sure.

Baruch Spinoza (via wordsnquotes)

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Helen Frankenthaler | I Need Yellow (in Orange) Crayon and Paint, 1973-76