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misserinmarie · 17 days
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‘Study of Thistles’ by Sophia L. Crownfield, c. 1890.
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misserinmarie · 1 month
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misserinmarie · 2 months
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grief lessons - anne carson
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misserinmarie · 2 months
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“I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.”
— E. B. White, Letters of E. B. White (via exhaled-spirals)
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misserinmarie · 3 months
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Corn in all its colors!
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misserinmarie · 4 months
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misserinmarie · 6 months
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misserinmarie · 6 months
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A friend once explained why a mutual friend was so interesting to look at. It was, she said, because sometimes he looked extremely handsome, almost prince-like, but at other times, from another angle, he resembled a pug. And this was true, I realised the next time I sneaked a quick look at our friend from that angle. He was interesting to look at because you were always trying to decide: pug or prince? But you never could, not definitively. Likewise in a story. If the writer knows too well what they think of their character, the reader comes to feel she’s not needed. Her opinion is irrelevant. Who wants to be in a relationship like that? And she drifts away.
-George Saunders
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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A Hut in the Apuseni Mountains. 
Photographs by @pix_travels More photos on @cabinporn.
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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On the one hand prayer to me is an attempt to communicate with a power, with a force, with a being much greater than I am. On the other hand it is a period of simply having an executive session with yourself. It's a period of being alone, a period of meditation, a period of just being you."
Walking with the Wind by John Lewis
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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"To bring to the place where you live only the best and most beautiful, what a plan for one's life! This is well within the reach of everyone. Think of using one's memory in that way. As one lives from day to day, there are all sorts of experiences, good, bad, beautiful, ugly, that become a part of one's past. To develop the ability to screen one's memory so that only the excellent is retained for one's own room! All kinds of ideas pass through one's mind, about oneself, about the world, about people. Which do you keep for your own room? Think it over now, which ideas do you keep for the place where you live?"
Deep is the Hunger by Howard Thurman
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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The way to keep passion alive is by telling the truth--the truth about what we see, what we feel, what we really want. . . . Mature love requires us to acknowledge our full experience, our feelings and wants, while making grown-up choices about them."
How Can I Get Through To You? by Terrence Real
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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To be without integrity is to be without the self-esteem that is the core of self-love.
We Real Cool: Black Men and Masculinity by bell hooks.
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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There is no freedom to be found in any dominator model of human relationships. As long as the will to dominate is there, the context for violence is there also.
We Real Cool: Black Men and Masculinity by bell hooks
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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Maybe that is all any bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave.
Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at moldy garden fences, I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so beautifully: fields of colour…
Egon Schiele, from a letter to Anton Peschka written 1910
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misserinmarie · 8 months
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...how often “illness” is a sign back to ourselves; illness is a conversation your body is trying to have with you, and it is up to you to decode it. - Fariha Róisín
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