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annacswenson · 8 hours
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A 15-century-old olive tree in Apulia deep in thought.
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Cortona, 1999
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annacswenson · 3 days
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~ the rest required for action ~
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annacswenson · 6 days
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annacswenson · 7 days
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brancusi, phoque, 1943
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Belladonna of Sadness (1973)
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Belladonna of Sadness.1973
Eiichi Yamamoto
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annacswenson · 9 days
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"Never forget, Malte, to make a wish. You should never give up wishing. I don't believe there's such a thing as fulfillment, but there are wishes that last a long time, some even for a whole lifetime, so that you wouldn't have time enough anyway to wait for them to come true"
—Rainer Maria Rilke, Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
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annacswenson · 9 days
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parfois des petits sursauts de présence rappellent cette personne en train de disparaître. L'identité faiblissante clignote encore un peu, par instants
—Claire Marin, Rupture(s)
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annacswenson · 10 days
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~ what likely saved her was her ability to hope, even in the depths of that loneliness ~
—Hilton Als, in The New Yorker's April 15th issue article on Candy Darling
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annacswenson · 15 days
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"How much a touch of moon can do."
—The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, Rainer Maria Rilke translated by Edward Snow
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annacswenson · 17 days
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'george wright's garden in dorset, england' in livingsculpture - paul cooper (2001)
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annacswenson · 18 days
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yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when
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annacswenson · 20 days
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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annacswenson · 21 days
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~ (Listen, I, too, believed it was a dream.) ~
—Marie Howe, The Hymn
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annacswenson · 21 days
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Maybe it's time for my cells to feel attracted to the moss, maybe it's time to get so quiet I get forgotten. Maybe it's time to feel so forgotten, I create
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annacswenson · 21 days
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Deep in an ugly story
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