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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.

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Ocean Vuong, “NPR” (via @ coolcatkylie - Pinterest) // Linda Pastan, “Five Stages of Grief” (via @ Amandagnagy - Pinterest) // Sarah Kane, “Crave” (via @ shesalady1984 - Pinterest) // via @ revnardent - Pinterest // via @ dissociativecollective - Tumblr // Notes from an exhibition by Patrick Gale, page 36 (via @ chelseajayne01 - Pinterest) // Ada Limón, “After the Fire” (via @ havingapoemwithyou - Tumblr) // Jamie Anderson (via @ emmagarcia868 - Pinterest) // “Aristos: The Musical” (via @ mahiii24 - Pinterest) // Heidi Priebe, “As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief” (via @ deadpoetswilde - Instagram)

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“I feel profoundly alone, cut off, unattractive...  I feel unloveable. But I respect that unloveable soldier — struggling to survive, struggling to be honest, just, honourable. I respect myself.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980.

— Diane Arbus, “Susan Sontag alone on a bed. N.Y.C.𝟣𝟫𝟨𝟧.”

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Patti’s holding a gun

Chelsea Hotel, 1970

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I WANT YOU TO BE MINE. SELFISHLY, THOUGHTLESSLY, MINE

@vaitiolo ; // “Orpheus and Eurydice”, by Virgil; // H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West (w. April, 1913); // “No, I don’t miss the dissipated night’s”, by Alexander Pushkin (tr. by D.M. Thomas) (1832); // “Blue is the Warmest Color”, by Ghalia Lacroix (2013); // “The Voyage Out”, by Virginia Woolf (1915); // Virgina Woolf; // “Soft Human”, by Emery Allen (2019)

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you're allowed to be held.

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thinking about diomedes of argos

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Zhongwen Yu (Chinese,b.1984)

gooey, 2015

Oil on canvas

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Japanese Garden, Victoria Island, Canada ( via )

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