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moody

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Nikolai Gorlov (Russian, 1917 - 1987)

Still Life with Grapes and Teapot, 1970                

Oil on cardboard, 84 x 108

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Martin Parr, Punk with her Mother, from ‘The Cost of Living’

The Unbearable Lightness of the 80s

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“(…) flowers I wanted to bring to you, wild and wet from the pale dunes and still smelling of the summer night,”

— Mary Oliver, from Doesn’t Every Poet Write A Poem About Unrequited Love? in “Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver” (via adrasteiax)

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“…the dark-scented sweetness of your laughter.”

— Clifford Franklin Gessler, from “Petals of Darkness,” written c. April 1924 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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it’s not about wanting to see signs everywhere, but understanding that there are many different types of language. how many times life has talked to me without words

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René and Fred in Naomis Apartment a few months ago<3

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Black cat on fence post, 1974.

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A swan, as you have never seen photographed before by Gerald Robinson

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J. Hannah

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— Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt from “Letter XI,” Letters to Merline transl. by Jesse Browner (Paragon House, 1989)

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