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ALICENT HIGHTOWER + art
Ophelia, Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser, 1921 Simerenya, Victor Casimir Zier, 1822 The Last Day of Pompeii, details, by Karl Bryullov, 1833 Courage, Anxiety and Despair: Watching the Battle, James Saint, 1850
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[sexting] no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
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Maya Angelou, Come, And Be My Baby
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Monday Morning
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My hobbies? I'm yeah I'm kind of a collector. No yeah it's just little art pieces and extremely cherry picked pieces of poetry to go with them. Mhm yeah it takes all day.
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reading shakespeare is wild. one sentence he says that graves are the only things that will be here until doomsday, making me think that i can never do anything in this life that remains forever except dying then the next sentence i'm cackling over the fact that he just wrote "methought"
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Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams, “The Red Girl”
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i just want my life to revolve around love and art and passion and making others feel safe and secure and just enjoy living as a whole and i don't think that's too much to ask for tbh
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We are called to love the world as God loves the world. Loving this deeply, this openly, will break our hearts. When our hearts are broken wide-open, if we are willing to remain anchored in love, we find our capacity to love magnified. It is a cycle of life and brokenness and life renewed perpetually. Our calling is nothing less than this.
Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow
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by Rainer Maria Rilke
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I want to elaborate on why I think the ghost of Old Hamlet was not in fact Old Hamlet actually
1) I'm Protestant, to be fair
2) Nothing he did helped Hamlet's situation at all. Hamlet presents his father as a faultless saint who was a perfect king. And yet when Hamlet is clearly faltering and tormenting himself, he is a consistent voice for revenge, decisiveness, and an unceasing you should kill that guy. It makes sense coming from the voice of a demon there to sew something rotten in the state of Denmark. Would his loving father drive Hamlet to his suicidal bloodbath.
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Marianela Nunez as the Queen of the Willis in Giselle (Royal Ballet 2021)
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Lord, how I love the chance of any escape— from what? to what? I'm disoriented;
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. October 1931 featured in “The Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”
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