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Robert Panitzsch - A sunlit Study (1923)

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this is a cinematic masterpiece

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Fascinated by this phenomenon

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first base is murdering you. second base is ressurecting you from the grave. third base is murdering you a second time

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LOVE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO LOVE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER-THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD LOVE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES, IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE LOVE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. LOVE. LOVE.

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Woman Bitten by a Serpent is an 1847 marble sculpture by Auguste Clésinger (1814–1883), now in the Musée d'Orsay in Paris.

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Anne Gunning by Frances McLaughlin-Gill 1952

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Richard Goldstein & James Baldwin | The Last Interview

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Photo by David Dubnitskiy.

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yeah...

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"i can fix him" ok well i can make him scared of me and hard

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"would you fuck your clone" = boring, who cares, the answer says nothing about you other than whether or not you're your own type

"would you fuck MY clone" = unexpected, high potential to cause a lot of 'why would you fuck my clone and not me?' drama, reasonable question to ask if you're a mad scientist

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"RUTH ASAWA, SCULPTOR" IMOGEN CUNNINGHAM // 1952 [gelatin silver print | U/D]

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Mysteries, Yes

by Mary Oliver

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous  to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. How people come, from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

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Poetry in Motion — the phenomenal Florence Welch

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37.

Reeling with sake and cherry blossoms, a sworded woman in haori*.

— Bashō, On Love and Barley (translated by Lucien Stryk)

*In Bashō's time women did not wear haori (men's half-length coats) or carry swords, so the woman in this poem is notably breaking gender roles.