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~ what likely saved her was her ability to hope, even in the depths of that loneliness ~

—Hilton Als, in The New Yorker's April 15th issue article on Candy Darling

#doubtfulgleamofsolace

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"How much a touch of moon can do."

—The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, Rainer Maria Rilke translated by Edward Snow

#doubtfulgleamofsolace #paris

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'george wright's garden in dorset, england' in livingsculpture - paul cooper (2001)

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yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when

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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

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~ parfois des petits sursauts de présence rappellent cette personne en train de disparaître. L'identité faiblissante clignote encore un peu, par instants ~

—Claire Marin, Rupture(s)

#rupture #doubtfulgleamofsolace #oser

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Maybe it's time for my cells to feel attracted to the moss, maybe it's time to get so quiet I get forgotten. Maybe it's time to feel so forgotten, I create

#doubtfulgleamofsolace #ireland #burren #walk

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Deep in an ugly story

#doubtfulgleamofsolace #oser #paris #walk

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To watch a decision take place in a person, like a sunset. or a sunrise

#doubtfulgleamofsolace

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Many sprigs of hope ~ living on a tightrope between hope and terror, all day, everyday

#doubtfulgleamofsolace #oser #garden #poem

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here I am, asking the ocean air: clean me out

#doubtfulgleamofsolace #oser #blue

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A few nice, tired moments:

A kir and a few peanuts, a heavy broken suitcase, and the polluted sunset.

I wrote a postcard entirely in capital letters

#apéro #paris #oser

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Somehow, since then, things turned, and I blame more than the seasons

#doubtfulgleamofsolace #blue #oser

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sky, mirror of hearts // no. 041218

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Clandestine by nature

#paris #age of innocence

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Emily Dickinson in a letter to Adelaide Hills wr. c. Spring 1871