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Why did you make a second blog?!?
Idk it’s nice to start over sometimes

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Will you be posting again??
I mostly come on here to look at my fav blogs
What’s your other blog 🥺
It’s anonymous.
Do you have another blog?
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Ancient petroglyph, possibly depicting a sleeping antelope, located at Tin Taghirt on the Tassili n’Ajjer in southern Algeria.

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“She who looks with the look that recognises, that studies, respects, doesn’t take, doesn’t claw, but attentively, with gentle restlessness, contemplates and reads, caresses, bathes, makes the other gleam. Brings back to light the life thats been buried, fugitive, made too prudent. Illuminates it and sings it its names.”
— Hélène Cixous, Coming to Writing and Other Essays
“Some people say history moves in a spiral, not the line we have come to expect. We travel through time in a circular trajectory, our distance increasing from an epicentre only to return again, one circle removed.”
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (via thecrownedgoddess)
“I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.”
Arthur Rubinstein
Shostakovich’s 11th symphony was on the radio at an eerily perfect time.
Before the opera in Vienna.

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To a Mountain Daisy
On Turning one Down, With The Plough, in April 1786
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas! it’s no thy neibor sweet, The bonie lark, companion meet, Bending thee ‘mang the dewy weet Wi’ spreck’d breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear’d above the parent-earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield High shelt'ring woods an’ wa’s maun shield: But thou, beneath the random bield O’ clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie-bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love’s simplicity betray’d And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil’d, is laid Low i’ the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life’s rough ocean luckless starr’d! Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is giv'n, Who long with wants and woes has striv'n, By human pride or cunning driv'n To mis'ry’s brink; Till, wrench’d of ev'ry stay but Heav'n, He ruin’d sink! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy’s fate, That fate is thine—no distant date; Stern Ruin’s ploughshare drives elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crush’d beneath the furrow’s weight Shall be thy doom.
“O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair are thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun: I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve! And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!”
— Robert Burns, A Red, Red Rose
Lucio Fontana Concetto Spaziale, Attesa (1960)
I do not want to make a painting; I want to open up space, create a new dimension, tie in the cosmos, as it endlessly expands beyond the confining plane of the picture
“—light snow, silence, the empty streets, the fog, thrilling cold—so much beauty. Like breathing pure oxygen.”
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via luthienne)
“you can’t forget your mother tongue” okay but have you considered bilinguals and polyglots whose first language isn’t english and whose development during adolescence was shaped by consuming content and media only in english and have ever since viewed that second language, foreign to their own, as a better outlet for their emotions and thoughts? as Yiyun Li said “it is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet impossible in my native language.”

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Agnès Letestu and Mathieu Ganio
“Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.”
— Gloria Steinem (via thoughtkick)