“if you have endured a great despair,
then you did it alone,
getting a transfusion from the fire,
picking the scabs off your heart,
then wringing it out like a sock.”
excerpt from the poem Courage, by Anne Sexton

bongprince:

constantly thinking “wow, i’ve really internalized some toxic shit”

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“I wrung my hands under my dark veil …
“Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?”
—Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.

I’ll never forget. He went out, reeling;
his mouth was twisted, desolate …
I ran downstairs, not touching the banisters,
and followed him as far as the gate.

And shouted, choking: “I meant it all
in fun. Don’t leave me, or I’ll die of pain.”
He smiled at me—oh so calmly, terribly—
and said: “Why don’t you get out of the rain?””
Anna Akhmatova (translated by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward)
“Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart. It is the language of life speaking through us about the sacredness of life.”
— Linda Hogan, Hearing Voices (via extraordinarysitay)

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design-is-fine:

Mario Ballocco, Compenetrazioni tricromatica, 1970. Italy. Collezione Prestini.

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mimbeau:

Young ladies

1941

Henri Matisse

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“Until we find each other, we are alone.”
Adrienne Rich, from “Hunger (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)

“One of the most radical things you can do is to actually believe women when they talk about their experiences.”

post-impressionisms:

Katsushika Hokusai: Feminine Wave and Masculine Wave

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mistgates:

Artists & their feline familiars

1. Austin Osman Spare 2. Pablo Picasso 3 + 4. Matisse. 5. Georgia O’Keefe.

6. Rosaleen Norton. 7. Robert Indiana & Andy Warhol. 8. Gustav Klimt. 9. Andy Paciorek

(via calllunavulgaris)

“It is to live with a refined attention to detail— the flowers of the
season, the sound of water poured onto stone, the time at which
evening turns to dusk— not because these things will enlarge the self but because they bring our lives into harmony with that
which transcends the self.”
— Georgia O’Keeffe (via cenizas)

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huffwell:

The high plains of Oregon. One of my favorite areas. 

huffwell:

The high plains of Oregon. One of my favorite areas. 

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