by Roland Barthes, from Camera Lucida (Hill and Wang, 1981)
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Send me some curious anons or just some asks about anything
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As Spectator I was interested in Photography only for “sentimental” reasons; I wanted to explore it not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
by Roland Barthes, from Camera Lucida (Hill and Wang, 1981)
by Roland Barthes, from Camera Lucida (Hill and Wang, 1981)
An amateur orchid grower works in the window of his greenhouse in Silver Spring, Maryland, April 1971.Photograph by Gordon Gahan, National Geographic
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Why do you love me?
I think you’re insane
I’ve been seeing things
That I cannot explain, honey
See the moon wrapped around you
Happy living in a dream
We’ve been stitched at the hip,
Why you picking at seams?
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on the road
I’ve struggled with money plenty before, but these past two months have been the worst. I have a job to start up in January, but have been applying everywhere to find work until then, and haven’t heard anything back yet. My boyfriend who normally supports me in times of financial struggle was laid off from his job along with his entire team of graphic designers with no warning. It’s hard out here for everyone, I know. I have been very privileged in a lot of ways, so it’s hard to ask, but this has just been a killer transition in my life. If anyone wants to send me money for christmas, for being a good friend, or because they want to help me afford my rent, medical treatments, and necessities:
cashapp: $annagetspaid
venmo: @Anna-Reed-30
I would love to send prints in return, poems, handwritten letters, etc
Back when I was first ~fallin’~ for Justin, I was having one of my really bad migraine days and we were hanging out and somehow he ended up washing my hair for me. He massaged my scalp to try to ease the pain and we just talked and listened to music and it was the most romantic thing ever.
The Lighthouse ring 💫A one carat champagne radiant diamond with a scattered diamond split band, all in 14k yellow gold. See more of this one of a kind piece at melaniecasey.com ✨ https://ift.tt/2w0xpAS www.melaniecasey.com
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Around the holidays in 2002, our family was traveling and we saw a sign at a gas station about free puppies. She was the only girl left in the litter. All the other puppies were playing and jumping, but she was calm and just looked at us. We all agreed she was the one. On the car ride home, she was scared. I’ll never forget the way she clung to my mom’s shoulder as she held her in the passenger seat.
Later that night, after everyone else was asleep, I snuck out of my room and peered through her puppy crate. I just remember thinking she looked too cute to be real. I slid my fingers through to pet the bridge of her nose. She closed her eyes and nuzzled into my hand. I wanted her to know everything would be okay. I was only in second grade at the time, and my mom had always traced her finger along the bridge of my nose to comfort me. I guess I didn’t know what else to do. Even after I moved away, each time I came home to visit, I’d pet that same spot on her nose each time I told her goodbye.
Molly was the most wonderful companion - she comforted me through surgeries and heartbreaks and was by my side since grade school. She was a loyal friend to everyone who loved her. She was a gentle spirit who freely gave her love and protection to this family for 14 years.
On Wednesday, she passed. I was not able to be in the room since I live so far away. I wanted to be, but it progressed too quickly. It just wasn’t possible. So I FaceTimed her one last time and I had my mom pet the bridge of her nose. I hope somehow she knew it was from me.
This is going to hurt for a long, long time.