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水中桜

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because they ARE

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all I do now is take pictures of the citrus in my apartment 🍊

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b ready for a France spam

ig @w.orldtraveler

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Ig @w.orldtraveler

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Lydia Netzer, Shine Shine Shine

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Setting Sun (1913), Egon Schiele / Jeff Davis County Blues, The Mountain Goats

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Moonrise, Part I

Joshua Tree National Park, California

March 2017

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I love the evanescent, fragile sounds and colors, everything that trembles, undulates, quivers, and shimmers, hair and eyes, water, leaves, silk, and the spiritual quality of indefinite forms;

Albert Samain, from “Spiritual Love,” written c. September 1881 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I have no desire to be watched or listened to, sought after

or saved.  It is not quiet here, clatter of tiles

and words that spell themselves.  I am only

as much as you will make of me.  Or as little.  

— Jen Rouse, from “Episode,” published in 8 Poems

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Tea time, Erika Lee Sears

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listen if you think someone is cool and you dig their energy you just have to tell them, because that’s the kind of stuff you remember a thousand times longer than somebody complimenting your hair or whatever. tonight I told a girl from my theory class that I like her analytical approach and she bounced back at me saying she digs my feminine energy and how she gets the vibe that, to my core, I exist to uplift women and I damn near cried. tell people what resonates about them. be real. help each other feel seen.

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“postcard to a lover” by kathryn ruppert-dazai, “pas vous” series, 6’ feet x 6’ feet, wool, acrylic yarn, mohair, shredded sequinned cocktail dress, lace, hemp, cotton

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Inst @mvb

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“I could not speak the feeling.”

— Emily Brontë, from Selected Poems; “Alone I Sat,” written c. 1837 (via violentwavesofemotion)