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greuze:

William Adolphe Bouguereau, Marchande de grenades (Detail), 1875

greuze:

William Adolphe Bouguereau, Marchande de grenades (Detail), 1875

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"I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day…."

Tennessee Williams, closing lines “We Have Not Long to Love,” Poetry (February 1991)

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Shahin Larijani - Ghesse Goo by Shahin Larijani on SoundCloud            

Song of Persian. Beautiful voice and melody. ♡

apoetreflects:

I liked night best because I knew it would come. From the window I listened to the second story of elm trees rustling, wordless, oceanlike. So much of what has soothed me has not been human. I drank in the sound, fantasized about love and death until the 11 o’clock freight train rumbled along the edge of town and how I let myself drift into that funneling.

Jennifer K. Sweeney, from “What Call,” How to Live on Bread and Music (Perugia Press, 2009)

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Shadow Journal by max richter on SoundCloud   


“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.  “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse.  “You become.  It takes a long time.  That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
— The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams, 1922


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“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.  “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse.  “You become.  It takes a long time.  That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams, 1922

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through-all-windows:

today’s weather in southeastern PA.

don’t think I’ll head to the city after work tonight after all.  it seems like a night to order out, watch movies, and snuggle with my buddy.

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"Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but … life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves."

— Gabriel Garcià Marquez (via mrmoo8)

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For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

Hebrews 4:15-16

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