Detail of the veiled angel of death, from Honor Roll Monument in Prospect Park, Augustus Lukeman.
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More Merce
nevver:

E.B. White
aseaofquotes:

B.J. Novak, One More Thing
Life is regrets that we live with or don’t have at all. Life is people we should miss but don’t. Should love but don’t. Love but don’t love, as in taking loving action. Love as how you love. Love that we find but let go of for no reason other than because we don’t know how to be worthy of what and who happens to us (Deleuze). Because we think so much more will happen to us. Because we think there is no difference between this and that. Him or her. Because we no longer think any experience or person is singular (my mother). Because the world has run out of goals. Because it is the death of grand ideas. Because we think we have so many chances, we don’t even want chances. Thinking of something or someone as a chance is a very romantic way of thinking to begin with. There is a debt involved. Readiness is required. Try finding someone who thinks that way. Try. Try. Try. Masha Tupitsyn, "No, that wasn’t our happiness," in The New Inquir (via orallymupright)

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Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago? Donte Collins  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched. Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth (via ynannarising)

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valkania:

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo - Make-up test 
aseaofquotes:

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Submitted by litafficionado.
Postcard from Elizabeth Ellen

maryumiller:

In October of 2009, Elizabeth Ellen wrote one of the best postcards to Wigleaf I’ve ever read. Have you read it? No? Okay. Here it is.

Dear Wigleaf, 

Do you ever get so lonely that you feel like you’re the only person alive on earth but one day you look across the river and see another person standing there and for a second you’re elated because you’re not alone after all but then that person makes it clear they’re never going to cross the river to you and in addition, they’ll be angry with you if you try to cross the river to them, so every day your heart aches more and more with loneliness and you sit on the bank of the river and think about crossing it but don’t because being rejected by the only other person alive on earth would be more than you could handle and so you sit and remain within your loneliness staring at the river and you try not to stare at the person on the other side of it but when the other person’s not looking sometimes you do because in addition to being the only other person alive on earth they are also the most beautiful person you have ever seen and you don’t just think this because they’re the only other person alive on earth, you are sure you would think this even if there were millions of other people still alive on earth, and one day you can’t bear your loneliness anymore and you put one toe in the river and the next day you put your foot in and the day after that you’re up to your ankle and slowly, day by day, you go a bit deeper until one day you’re neck deep and treading water toward the other side and thinking the whole time, “Please accept me, please accept me,” and half of you is hoping you’ll drown before you make it to the other side and the other half is hoping that the person on the other side was bluffing about being angry with you if you crossed the river to them but you keep going and keep thinking, “Please accept me, please accept me,” because now the pain of your loneliness outweighs the pain that would follow being rejected by the only other person alive on earth

Just wondering. 

xoxo,

e.e.

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