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“And she remembered her mother. Once, close on the earth, she lay down, making wings with her arms moving up and down. She scattered her books, bag, and strap on the pavement, while I wondered: Why does she love where she was, but didn’t?” ---Fanny Howe, The Lives of a Spirit

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It’s so thoroughly modern to see people you don’t actually see anymore. So brutally modern that people are everywhere and nowhere in you life, which is a series of online accounts now. It’s hard on the heart, or it’s hard on mine. We’ve gotten so good at not really showing up for anyone anymore. At stalling. At missing our chances. At not actually being anywhere with anyone at any time. In the movies, more than anything, people want to be known. But in real life, people are willing to remain inscrutable.

Masha Tupitsyn (via jacobwren)

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from Eleni Sikelianos’s Book of Jon:

“As a child, the few times I saw you, I gloried in the hours when you pounded out songs on the piano, told stories about dogs or cats you’d known, about pulling a piece of paint off Rousseau’s painting in the Louvre when you were 16 and keeping the morsel in your pocket all summer, fingering it til there was nothing but powder.”

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"I almost threw up when I watched it"

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Girl buried with a crown of ceramic flowers. Patras, 300-400 B.C. From the Museum of Patras.

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The incredible embroidered jackets of Brazilian outsider artist Bispo Do Rosario. Through a myriad of materials and objects (including embroidery, jackets, furniture like sculptures, models and flags) Bispo tried to explain the world to God, whom he thought – much like a parent of a teenager – did not understand his human creation anymore. Do Rosario spent the majority of his life in a mental institution but was given full freedom to express his creative sides. 

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Yayoi Kusama

I’m here but nothing

Yayoi Kusama began hallucinating spots atop the surfaces of her world at a young age. In these polka dots, at once simple and boundless, Kusama found a way to break from the self and look into infinity.

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My great grandmother Ella Duhon Trahan in a field of flowers.

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Stanley Kubrick in personal family photos shared by his daughter Vivian Kubrick.

Xmas 1983: Father’s need to remain composed after being ambushed by daughter with a luminous green spray-string can. [x]

My Father’s 62nd birthday dinner at Childwickbury Manor, with all the family and animals! [x]

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benny luvs this lil bump cake

SOMEBODY HOLD ME THE INDIAN GIANT SQUIRREL IS THE SIZE OF A CAT AND HAS PURPLE FUR

LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL RODENT!!!

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idea: was the weepul the original marcel the shell? all weepuls are definitely voiced by jenny slate.

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Eylül Aslan

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All sizes | lost roads and towns of which nobody’s found the name | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

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Daisuke Takahashi!

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Viking men were also heavily tattooed but their most striking and fearsome fashion statement was their gnashers.

They would file horizontal lines into the enamel on their front teeth and paint in red resin. Gareth Williams (curator of the exhibition, Vikings: life and legend) says: “That’s like your punk sticking a safety pin through his nose. It would have been very uncomfortable and it’s quite deliberately saying ‘If I’m prepared to do this to myself, what am I going to do to you?’.” (Source)