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loostinyoureyes-blog · 1 day ago
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Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
— Emily Dickinson, “Hope”
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Mahalia Celeste Henderson photographed by Karolina Pukowiec
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“You know, it’s quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, and blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it, you don’t do it.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, “Nausea”
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loostinyoureyes-blog · 8 days ago
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MRS. DOUBTFIRE (1993) Dir. Chris Columbus
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loostinyoureyes-blog · 8 days ago
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“The meeting with oneself is, at first, the meeting with one's own shadow. The shadow is a tight passage, a narrow door, whose painful constriction no one is spared who goes down to the deep well. But one must learn to know oneself in order to know who one is. For what comes after the door is, surprisingly enough, a boundless expanse full of unprecedented uncertainty, with apparently no one inside and no one outside, no above and no below, no here and no there, no mine and no thine, no good and no bad. It is a world of water, where all life floats in suspension; where the realm of the sympathetic system, the soul of everything living, begins; where I am indivisibly this and that; where I experience the other in myself and the other-than-myself experiences me.”
— G.G. Jung, Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious
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loostinyoureyes-blog · 10 days ago
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"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen
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Naomi for Louis Vuitton, 1999
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