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“The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you’ve been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.”
— Unknown
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you drink in my words
to hold them beneath your tongue
merging in construct
Loui Jover ~ “In the Forest of Love“
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There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
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I wondered / what I would look like if the darkened chambers of my body were unlocked. What streams of light might escape me and reveal / about the things I collect and hide, and is there a difference / between aperture and wound
(Natalie Diaz, “Cranes, Mafiosos, and a Polaroid Camera”)
the time of light in the darkness By Laura
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I feel in colour, strong tones that I hue down for the comfort of the pastelly inclined. Beige and magnolia and a hint of pink are what the well-decorated heart is wearing; who wants my blood red and vein-blue?
(Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries)
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It's not 'natural' to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting, articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little - have few verbal means. Eloquence - thinking in words - is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality. In groups, it's more natural to sing, to dance, to pray: given, rather than invented (individual) speech.
(Susan Sontag)
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Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted.
(Ocean Vuong)
Sam Guay
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Was it possible I had something to give? Out of the nothingness that was my life? Really, what the fuck did I have to give? Woman with too many holes in her. And yet there was something.
Words.
(Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir)
art: Miles Johnston
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I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live - if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
(Hayao Miyazaki)
art: “Reach” - Heather McLean
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What is to give light must endure burning.
(Viktor Frankl)
art: Miles Johnston - The Wound, graphite on paper
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A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.
(Francis of Assisi)
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As the house of a person
in age sometimes grows cluttered
with what is
too loved or heavy to part with,
the heart may grow cluttered.
And still the house will be emptied,
and still the heart.
As the thoughts of a person
in age sometimes grow sparer,
like a great cleanliness come into a room,
the soul may grow sparer;
one sparrow song carves it completely.
And still the room is full,
and still the heart.
Empty and filled,
like the curling half-light of morning,
in which everything is still possible and so why not.
Filled and empty,
like the curling half-light of evening,
in which everything now is finished and so why not.
Beloved, what can be, what was,
will be taken from us.
I have disappointed.
I am sorry. I knew no better.
A root seeks water.
Tenderness only breaks open the earth.
This morning, out the window,
the deer stood like a blessing, then vanished.
Jane Hirshfield, "Standing Deer", The Lives of the Heart
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The way they leave tells you everything.
(Rupi Kaur)
art: “self portrait of an imaginary man” (artist known, but unnamed)
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I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back.
(Paulo Coelho)
art: Heather McLean “Snowglobe”
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You see I opened up my ribcage and violence flew out…
(Mary Lambert)
art: Detail of “Nature of Things” Guno Park
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