Withering Heights

omgthatdress:

Brooch
Lang Antiques

omgthatdress:

Brooch

Lang Antiques

red-lipstick:

Andrea Galvani (b. 1973, Italy) - Death Of An Image, 2005-2012     Photography

red-lipstick:

Andrea Galvani (b. 1973, Italy) - Death Of An Image, 2005-2012     Photography

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transistoradio:

Yayoi Kusama (b.1929), Bird (1980), collage, pastel, gouache, and ink on paper, 50.8 x 66 cm. Via Phillips; see also, the artist’s website.

transistoradio:

Yayoi Kusama (b.1929), Bird (1980), collage, pastel, gouache, and ink on paper, 50.8 x 66 cm. Via Phillips; see also, the artist’s website.

(via doskapozora)

There are no roads for you other; than the one you walk. The past is more beautiful to look on than the walking you know now–it is tattered in a lovely way, you pick it up to look & feel, you run yr hands over it. It is a thing, & things seethe & groan but they are not the movement & nary the walking. Yr gait is simple & it carries you, it is the only sure thing. & the tatters will crumble even more whether you touch them or not.
- Advice from Baba Yaga - The Hairpin

red-lipstick:

Dorota Sroka - Untitled, 2010          Paintings

red-lipstick:

Dorota Sroka - Untitled, 2010          Paintings

(Source: Flickr / dsroka, via prettiestmonsters)

Solidarity is an act, a series of acts, a lifetime of choices and self-education, a deeply felt human compassion, NOT a button on your goddamn denim vest. Or, even really a matter of identity, when it comes right down to it.

blastedheath:

John Worsley (British, 1919-2000), A Night Air Raid over Augusta, 1943. Oil on canvas, 60.3 x 83.8 cm. Imperial War Museums.

blastedheath:

John Worsley (British, 1919-2000), A Night Air Raid over Augusta, 1943. Oil on canvas, 60.3 x 83.8 cm. Imperial War Museums.

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euph3mia:

Georgia O’Keeffe, Nude no.12 - 1917

euph3mia:

Georgia O’Keeffe, Nude no.12 - 1917

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We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.

They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.

Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.

- ~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.

From The Moth podcast, ‘Notes on an Exorcism’. (via jacobwren)

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blessedwildapplegirl:

ERIK SATIE Gnossienne 1 - Alessio Nanni, piano

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