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allthingseurope:

Almere-Buiten, Netherlands (by marco paint)

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allthingseurope:

Muckross House, Ireland (by oggoyoung)

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asylum-art:

New Backlit Paper Sculptures by Deepti Nair and Harikrishnan Panicker

At Black Book Gallery

“Where I Belong” is a paper cut light box installation work of hand cut watercolor on paper assembled in a shadow box that is backlit with LED lights. The work is a collaboration by Hari & Deepti

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David Dodd Lee | Replacement Parts and the Soul

these-summer-nights-in-december:

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David Dodd Lee | Replacement Parts and the Soul

It wasn’t that late: cattle stampeding in the
water of the mirror, the lower half’s reflection of sunset,

the moon a U magnet, trees sinking under the
swamp grasses, an audience of two, one large knuckle along the

ridge of the…

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…I may wither into the truth.
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Introduction to the Body in Fairy Tales By Jeannine Hall Gailey

The body is a place of violence. Wolf teeth, amputated hands. Cover yourself with a cloak of leaves, a coat of a thousand furs, a paper dress. The dark forest has a code. The witch sometimes dispenses advice, sometimes eats you for dinner, sometimes turns your brother to stone.

You will become a canary in a castle, but you’ll learn plenty of songs. Little girl, watch out for old women and young men. If you don’t stay in your tower you’re bound for trouble. This too is code. Your body is the tower you long to escape,

and all the rotted fruit your babies. The bones in the forest your memories. The little birds bring you berries. The pebbles on the trail glow ghostly white.

(Source: spookymabelrose)

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Because I’ll tell everything to you alone, because it’s necessary, because you’re necessary, because tomorrow I’ll fall from the clouds, because tomorrow life will end and begin.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via camilla-macauley)
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Alfred Chambers (Australia 1889 – 1971)
Untitled (children at window)1921

(Source: 43nils)

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In the silence of consciousness I asked myself:
why did I reject my life? And I answer
Die Erde überwältigt mich:
the earth defeats me.

I have tried to be accurate in this description
in case someone else should follow me. I can verify
that when the sun sets in winter it is
incomparably beautiful and the memory of it
lasts a long time. I think this means

there was no night.
The night was in my head.

Louise Glück, from “Landscape,” Averno   (via mirroir)

(Source: blackcreme)

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The truth is, I wake up with lust and loss
and only half believe in something better […]
Marilyn Hacker, from “La Fontaine de Vaucluse (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again.
Raymond Chandler, The High Window (via liquidnight)
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birdsong217:

Brassaï | La Librairie de la Lune, 1931-34 

birdsong217:

Brassaï | La Librairie de la Lune, 1931-34 

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platypus-in-a-bottle:

mollymimieux:

Imagine that one day the whole world would look like this.

fucking nature can’t learn to stop

(Source: boredpanda.com)

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The moth in my stomach has been trying to crawl up my throat for days.

He thinks that you are light.
He thinks that you can save him.
He thinks that you will.
Azra.T, “Icarus”  (via 5000letters)