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Ilya Kaminsky, “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic
[Text ID: “At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”]

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I was feeling alright, but late evenings always seem to find a way to make me sad.
I can’t tell anymore if I’m keeping people too close, or if I’m keeping them at arms length. How much of myself am I giving? How much should I give?
I don’t want to grow up. I’ve met so many new people that I’m going to be leaving behind. But I feel myself outgrowing my life. I’m straddling the edge of seventeen, and I wish teenage complexes could leave me alone.
I think I’m always trying to escape something. Or really, I’m just trying to escape everything. I retreat into myself, and even when overdoing it sucks the life out of me, I become too scared to leave. Vulnerability is scary. I used to pride myself for being capable of vulnerability, but I really am not. Usually, all I feel is shame, shame, shame. Regret, regret, regret. I always feel like there’s a part of me missing. I think too much.
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A swan, as you have never seen photographed before by Gerald Robinson
“I had lived in books and imagination, so my journey into my self was different. I had to find the earth.”
— Anaïs Nin, from In Favor of the Sensitive Man: Essays; “The New Woman,”

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Clark Gable relaxes between scenes on the set of Love on the Run (1936).
Greta Garbo + John Barrymore GRAND HOTEL (1932) dir. Edmund Goulding
Anne Carson, from Red Doc>
Capitolani by Jan De Vliegher
A Young Shepherd Wearing a Crown Of Laurel Leaves Holding a Flute. 17th.century. attributed to Valentin de Boulogne. French 1591-1632. oil/canvas. http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

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The Wrath of Achilles. 1881. Louis Edouard Fournier. French 1857-1917. Winner Prix de Rome 1881. oil/canvas.
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Eyes in Hitchcock Films
Psycho (1960) Spellbound (1945) Vertigo (1958) Rear Window (1954) Rebecca (1940)
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Romains de la décadence / Romans during the Decadence (1847) by Thomas Couture
IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE / 花樣年華 (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai

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The Red Shoes (1948) dir. Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger Drawings executed by Hein Heckroth & Ivor Beddoes
“Her mouth was so inviting, so swollen, as if for kissing…Her dark hair was all over the pillow, a dark pillow, all around her. Even in the candlelight her mouth shone red, and it was half open like a flame.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Auletris: Erotica; “Life in Provincetown,” (via violentwavesofemotion)