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I am a little bit dotty - Secret Linen Store Blog

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bluewillowblog:

Sweet OverNighter

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(via collected saturday | February - humphrey and grace)

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i have crazy garlic fingers from peeling and chopping garlic cloves yesterday this phenomenon is always fascinating to me because it reminds me that i, too, am made of meat, and therefore i am also susceptible to being seasoned

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Irving Penn

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"We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph." ~Elie Wiesel (Holocaust survivor, author, Nobel Peace Prize winner)

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“I know a place where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

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"I work best when alone. I feel better when I'm alone. I'm like a puddle of dirty water that only comes clear when you leave it alone."

Georgia O'Keeffe

1950

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The Voices (1867) by Gustave Moreau

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Emily Bronte 's "Wuthering Heights" illustrated by Rovina Cai.

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The old man and the birds, 2020 - by Pierre Belhassen, French

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Georgia O'Keeffe

"Red Canna", 1919.

Oil on board, 12 13/16 x 9 1/2 in.

High Museum of Art, Atlanta, GA, USA

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I feel as if I had been in the world a thousand years, and I trail my life behind me like an endless scarf.

Anton Chekhov, from The Seagull, 1895

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People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

Jean-Paul Sartre, from Nausea, 1938

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All the pores of my skin are wide open, and I see that in each one of them there’s a tiny stone. I feel I can’t recognise myself. I scratch and scratch at my skin until it bleeds.

Olga Ravn, from The Employees: A workplace Novel of the 22nd Century, (statement 006) [Translated from the Danish by Martin Aitken]