The end of an era for me. I have used this website since early teens. Now almost thirty, I leave for good. Almost like saying goodbye to a younger self. Maybe the last part of that self.
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
A tangled mix of grasses and late-summer perennials, including mauve Verbena hastata, pale pink Persicaria amplexicaulis ‘Firetail’, orange helenium and dusky pink Eupatorium maculatum ‘Atropurpureum’
Devon farmhouse garden by landscape designer Alasdair Cameron
Photo: Eva Nemeth
““The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people from expressing themselves, but rather, force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or ever rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.””
— Gilles Deleuze
Gilles Deleuze, Negotiations
literally WHAT did we do before boursin
A tangled mix of grasses and late-summer perennials, including mauve Verbena hastata, pale pink Persicaria amplexicaulis ‘Firetail’, orange helenium and dusky pink Eupatorium maculatum ‘Atropurpureum’
Devon farmhouse garden by landscape designer Alasdair Cameron
Photo: Eva Nemeth
😌 am i sunburned? yes what of it
Pandora by Thomas Benjamin Kennington (1908)
Reverie /detail/ by John William Godward
the question should not be “can i do it?” because the answer is yes, yes i can—the question should be “do i want to do it?”—and if the answer is no, the question becomes “do i need to do it?”—and if the answer to this is yes then by all means do it. but if the answer to these two questions is “no,” then it does not matter if the answer to the first question is “yes.” yes, you can do many things—so do the ones you want and need to do
Deer Isle, Maine
Bessel Van Der Kolk, “The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind and Body in the Healing of Trauma (via extra-garlic)
Bob Hicok, from “The Days Are Getting Longer”, Elegy Owed
Garden in Bloom at Sainte-Addresse, 1866, Claude Monet
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