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Anytime you’re gonna grow, you’re gonna lose something. You’re losing what you’re hanging onto to keep safe. You’re losing habits that you’re comfortable with, you’re losing familiarity.
James Hillman (via resqectable)
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Vincent van Gogh, Pine Trees and Dandelions in the Garden of Saint-Paul Hospital, 1890 Oil on canvas, 72.5 × 91.5 cm
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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
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I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
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Oddly shaped lava formations look like a mass of twisted bodies in Hawaii shot by Laszlo Kestay (1996)
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Lara Restelli (American, b. 1971) ‘Agates in a Jar’, 2022 Oil on canvas, 76 x 101cm
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embroidery from peacocksandpinecones my friends and I have been losing our minds over all morning.
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spillage09
a thought that hit me in the back of a bus – march 7th, 2023
we get along so well, i think i finally get it
different universes exist, u make me insist
we happen to be in the one timeline where we meet later than the rest,
so u know already know my favourite songs,
and can read my mind,
decode my rhymes,
from different memories of summer lines,
it makes sense
but it does make me wonder,
are/were u ever mine?
#the spillage diary!#i forgot i had this#i forgot tumblr existed tbqh#is it clear that my life somehow plummeted even further ?#who let that happen#@god pls give me a break
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Studies of George Dyer and Isabel Rawsthorne, Francis Bacon
Possession (1981), dir. Andrzej Żuławski
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And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape
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— The Pond, Mary Oliver
[text ID: August of another summer, and / once again / I am drinking the sun / and the lilies again are spread / across the water.]
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