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bronzyglow:

this blog is a museum of my heart

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gyossaith: “Odd Nerdrum ”

gyossaith:

Odd Nerdrum

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petaltexturedskies:

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Anaïs Nin, from “The Four-Chambered Heart,” originally published c. 1950

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halloween-2023:

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artesie:

John William Waterhouse. 1896. Hylas and the Nymphs details.

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dreamsofacommonlanguage:

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Amy Key, A Bleed of Blue

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hungryfictions:

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Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

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neongenesisebinlellian:

[doesnt get constantly traumatized anymore] ugh i’ve gone soft :/

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7oranges:

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— joy sullivan

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habanerograndmas: “dorfner: “ Monochrome (blue #1) Acrylic on antique holy cards 50 x 40 cm 2019 ” [Image Description: A set of twenty-one antique holy cards arranged into four rows. Each open space of the frame is painted a bright blue.] ”

habanerograndmas:

dorfner:

Monochrome (blue #1)

Acrylic on antique holy cards
50 x 40 cm
2019

[Image Description: A set of twenty-one antique holy cards arranged into four rows. Each open space of the frame is painted a bright blue.]

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crumbargento: “Poem 8 - Emlen Etting - 1932-33 (short film) ”

crumbargento:

Poem 8 - Emlen Etting - 1932-33 (short film)

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amare-habeo: “Jack Devilliers (French, 1944-2014) Hands (Les Mains), N/D Stone ”

amare-habeo:

Jack Devilliers (French, 1944-2014)

Hands (Les Mains), N/D

Stone

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preachersdaughtermp3:

flowerytale:

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Florence Welch, photographed by Ana Pavlović

[ID: photo of florence welch against a black background in a long pink flowy dress and holding a wireless microphone. she is mid-twirl and the dress and her red hair flow around her, the top half of her face hidden by her bangs. the photo has an ethereal quality to it. End ID]

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metamorphesque:

Virginia Woolf (”The Waves”), Katrien de Blauwer (”When I Was a Boy 36 (2017)”), Fernando Pessoa (“The Book of Disquiet”), Nickie Zimov (”Daily 16″), Anaïs Nin (”The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934″), Nickie Zimov (”Exile”), Mary Oliver (”October”), Mia Song (”oykot”)

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firstfullmoon:

There was a moment that now seems so long ago, with you and me, and them, all of us together, and it was New Year’s Eve, and we were sitting on the sofa waiting for the time to count down, waiting on a new beginning, and we sat there together underneath a blanket, the fabric itching my skin but I didn’t mind, and they had fallen asleep for a bit, one of them had their head on my lap, the other on my shoulder, and it struck me in that moment to imagine that this might be what a family is, what it’s like to have one, and my heart filled with such a yearning, one I’ve never felt before, and I thought of how this could be happiness, and maybe in retrospect it was false, not real, since what were we anyway except a group of broken people who’d all known loss in extraordinary ways (them their mother, as well as me with mine, oh god my mother, how I miss her so), who all had come together in replicating what was taken, but in that moment with you and them it felt like something, a becoming, if you will, and I wanted to remember it, and still now there is the desire to hold on to this moment so ordinary, but it is always the most ordinary of moments you later want to keep, because those are the ones most representative of life, of living, and I think now of what I thought then—if this is the closest I’ll ever get to such a moment then I will take it, so please let me have this, this ordinary moment of perfection, please just let me have this, whether real or not it doesn’t matter, the rest of it doesn’t matter anymore, this memory will be enough, if I can hold onto it, let me remember it a little longer, please don’t let me forget, for as long as I can let myself remember, please I’ll say over and over, my own prayer, and I am a child once again asking for what she’ll never have (for her mother to be with her, to stay with her just a little longer), and yet, still I call for it, still I say over and over, please just let me remember, if I can have nothing else, then let me have, at least, this.ALT

LaTanya McQueen, “Before It All Came Tumbling Down”

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