{ Lori in the light }
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i
am
child of light
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862 notes "Oh abstractions are just abstract until they have an ache in them." —

~ Stephen Dunn

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{small true story}

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And right at that moment, the sun rose and filled the gap in the tall strip mall sign beside the freeway—perfect and unmistakable, a great golden cross.

Risen, indeed.

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Happy Easter! » Craftberry Bush

simply-divine-creation:

Happy Easter! » Craftberry Bush

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maryoliverpoetry:

Every summer
I listen and look
under the sun’s brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can’t hear

anything, I can’t see anything —
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,

nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor…

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Nude, Studio Massimo Conti United Kingdom Original: $700

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Nude, Studio
Massimo Conti
United Kingdom
Original: $700

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{small true story}

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so often i feel

my heart in my skin,

where one soul ends mine begins

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other gravity 
spring 2014

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other gravity

spring 2014

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Anaisa Ferias - The Secret, 2013

blue-voids:

Anaisa Ferias - The Secret, 2013

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{ this is today }
oyoong:

Jules Olitski

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{ this is today }

oyoong:

Jules Olitski

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letters-to-nobody:

CLEANING PIECE I

Write down a sad memory.
Put it in a box.
Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field.
You may give some ashes
to a friend who shared the sadness.

CLEANING PIECE II

Make a numbered list of sadness in your life.
Pile up stones corresponding to…

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How Deep Is The Ocean Yangyang Pan Canada  Original: $550

saatchiart:

How Deep Is The Ocean
Yangyang Pan
Canada
Original: $550

193 notes "How children think of death is how the shadows
gather between trees: a hiding place
for everything the grown-ups cannot name." — ~ John Burnside, opening lines to “The Hunt in the Forest,” from The Hunt in the Forest (Jonathan Cape, 2009)

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{small true story}

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Sometimes you’re just rushing to class, as usual, and you see your sister on the phone and you catcall to her, as usual, and then you find out that your sister is trying to say good-bye to your cousin Zab, and apparently you missed your mom’s text saying that Zab has decided to stop taking transfusions and will die very soon.

Sometimes you just have to hug your sister really tightly and then continue walking to class. Sometimes things are quick and heavy.

2,771 notes "There are years that ask questions and years that answer." — ~ Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (J. P. Lippincott, 1937)

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