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Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”

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EGON SCHIELE / “THE EMBRACE” / 1917 [oil on canvas | 98 x 169 cm.]

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‘Doll Parts - Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice’ by Petra Collins for Rookie Mag

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萩原 卓哉／Hagihara Takuya

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erica jong

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Salma Deera, "Salt"

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Accepting that life is an endless cycle of clearing space for new people new things and new places

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the unbearable lightness of being, philip kaufman 1988 / henri de toulouse-lautrec/ peter wever / egon schiele

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i am hard to love. i am sorry.

fatima aamer bilal, from her garden yearns more for visitors than water.

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weisswälder kirschtorte by zohar fraiman, 2021, oil on canvas, 135 x 135 centimeters

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By Lebon Bourgeois for Pull Letter Magazine January 2025

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what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else

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— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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Athiec Geng by Javier Castán for CAP 74024 December 2024

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It’s not about romanticizing the mundane but about being receptive to the beauty that’s already there. The mundane isn’t void of meaning or romanticism; it’s rich with stories waiting to be uncovered and retold, beauty waiting to be seen and acknowledged — a flicker of sunlight on a windowsill, a stranger's smile in passing, the muffled music from your neighbors through the wall, the way steam rises from a cup of tea. Yet, to see it requires more than just looking — it asks for a surrender, a willingness to let go of cynicism and to meet the world on its own terms. Perhaps this is where the art of living begins — not in searching for grand happenings but in learning to embrace the quiet magic of what’s already in front of us. The extraordinary doesn’t need to be created; it has always been there, nestled within the folds of the ordinary, waiting patiently to be seen.