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Though we do not wholly believe it yet, the interior life is a real life, and the intangible dreams of people have a tangible effect on the world.
James Baldwin
"...precisely in the deepest and most important parts, we are unspeakably alone..."
- Rainer Maria Rilke
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“never heard the melody till i needed the song”
french quarter, new orleans.
(Fuji X-T2)
Source: bagnostian
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Don’t let the hurt child make your adult decisions.
The moon holds the mirror looking at itself, and it's with the found confidence and passion, that it moves the ocean.
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Rare words for complicated feelings
1. Sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life just as vivid and complex as your own.
2. Opia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
3. Monachopsis: the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
4. Enouement: the bittersweet feeling of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turned out, and not being able the tell your past self.
5. Vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
6. Rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
7. Kenopsia: the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people, but is now abandoned and quiet.
8. Mauerbauertraurigkeit: the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
9. Jouska: a hypothetical conversation you compulsively play out in your head.
10. Chrysalism: the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
11. Vemodalen: the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos exist already.
12. Anecdoche: a conversation in which everyone is talking, but no one is listening.
13. Ellipsism: a sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history turns out.
14. Kuebiko: a state of exhaustion inspired by senseless acts of violence.
15. Lachesism: a desire to be struck by disaster - survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
16. Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
17. Adronitis: frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
18. Rukkehrunruhe: the feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it rapidly fading from your awareness.
19. Nodus tollens: the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense anymore.
20. Onism: the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
21. Liberosis: the desire to care less about things.
22. Altschmerz: weariness with the same old issues you’ve always had - the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing at for years.
23. Occhiolism: the awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
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“But no one heals what they refuse to look at. So when asked if I think you’re a good person, I say, I don’t believe in good people. I believe in people who are committed to knowing their own wounds intimately.”
— Andrea Gibson, “Daytime, Somewhere,” Lord of the Butterflies (2018)
I love this portrait of Toni
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“Peace on this planet Or guns glowing hot, We lay there together As if we were getting Something done. It Felt like planting A garden or planning A meal for a people Who still need feeding,”
— Stand by Jericho Brown
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“Even though the monumental work of racism presents our lives and our art and our geographies as transparent, knowable, and always tied to oppression, there are some parts of blackness they just cannot have or imagine or grasp.”
— from Keeping The Heartbreak by Katherine McKittrick
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NIGERIA. Lagos. 2019. A very hype crowd at “No Tears In The Jungle” hosted by alternative artist Santi, at the Hard Rock Cafe.
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Kuba woman weaving traditional clothes
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““As I grew I surrounded myself with images, abstractions that drew warmth from me or wrapped me in loveliness. Paintings and poems are moments, capturing or seducing us, when we are so vulnerable. These images are metaphors. This is my life, how I see and, therefore, am able to speak. Praise the spirits and the stars that there are others among us who allow us visions that we may converse with one another.””
— Ntozake Shange