I love this forest. Sometimes deer jump in there, sometimes it's just silent. You can walk through this little path and the steps to another part of the forest. It's like fairies built it.
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The soul is always calling for something the mind cannot yet understand.
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“I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Katrin Koenning
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The Greek word for vampire was sarcomens, ‘flesh made by the moon’.
– Barbara Creed, from The Monstrous-Feminine.
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Le Lys de la Vie, Loïe Fuller et Gabrielle Sorère, 1921
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— Melancholic landscapes by Léon Bonvin
Woodland Scene With Floral Foreground (1865) // Moonlight Scene (1864)
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“I wanted to get rid of myself so there could be room for other selves.”
— Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X
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“I reabsorb myself, I lose myself in myself, I forget myself in faraway nights, unpolluted by obligations and the world…”
— Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
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Kiki Smith: 'Constellation' (1996)
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A cavern inside the body / builds its own wind patterns. A wound can eat me in reverse.
Sara Daniele Rivera, from The Blue Mimes; "With a Destructive Obsession"
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A damaged wayside crucifix near Bellenglise being used to hold telephone wires, 9 October 1918.
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“Being anybody but yourself sounds really good. Even the memories seem fainter when you can smile with someone else’s mouth. […] Maybe if you wear the mask long enough, it will finally feel real.”
— Malin Rydén, Fallen Hero: Rebirth
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There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
Albert Camus
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