portsofhumility's profile picture. If we do not believe within ourselves this deeply rooted feeling that there is something higher than ourselves, we shall never find the strength to evolve.

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If we do not believe within ourselves this deeply rooted feeling that there is something higher than ourselves, we shall never find the strength to evolve.

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Carl Jung on avoidance...

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Whatever energy you save in avoidance you spend in regret



Tiktok is superior because Instagram is full of "influencers" selling you their dumb courses, so they think they're hot shit and are rude af in the comments. I can't believe I just got into an argument about Pilates.


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Wild horses in northen Albania.


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sceneries.

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artindetails's tweet image. sceneries.

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The Storm by Pierre-Auguste Cot

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Time is funny. There have been stretches of years where it seemed nothing changed, except for the length of my hair--but in less than a year I've fallen in love, experienced profound loss of that love, then found love again.

Adieu by Alfred Guillou

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Browning. Let's start with a classic. It begins, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways." And well, the rest of this sonnet counts the ways, ending with,"I shall but love thee better after death." Loving beyond this life is pretty epic. -Elizabeth Barrett #art Stephanie Rew

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Let's start with a classic. It begins,
"How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways." And well, the rest of this sonnet counts the ways, ending with,"I shall but love thee better after death." Loving beyond this life is pretty epic.
-Elizabeth Barrett

#art
Stephanie Rew

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"And then I notice that I am always asking for something, wanting something, always pulled ahead by childish Desire. One day, to sit in the same place, to close my eyes and ask for nothing. . . " Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary 📷 Man Ray, Mathematical Object. 1934

AsiyaMiya's tweet image. "And then I notice that I am always asking for something, wanting something, always pulled ahead by childish Desire. One day, to sit in the same place, to close my eyes and ask for nothing. . . "

Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary

📷 Man Ray, Mathematical Object. 1934

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To whom can I put this question (with any hopes of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought... ? Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary...

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Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary...

Sometimes my boyfriend shows me that he's still here, I don't even care if that sounds crazy youtu.be/JnPvnIKCJYA


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A Man in a Room, 1630 #rembrandt #baroque

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Saying Goodbye by Joseph Lorusso

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A day in June, 1895 #levitan #realism

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Flowers in Howards End (James Ivory, 1992)

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“London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green.” (EM Forster, Howards End) Embankment, 1902.

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Embankment, 1902.

Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on. My soul in agony.


All the immense images in me—the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and un- suspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods— all rise within me to mean you, who forever elude me

Contentment by Maxfield Parrish

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Contentment by Maxfield Parrish

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This is what I imagine heaven to look like... the place where my boyfriend lives. R.I.P., G. I love you.

Contentment by Maxfield Parrish

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