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learning this
This.
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I love Kara Walker!
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“I love, because my love is not dependent on the object of love. My love is dependent on my state of being. So whether the other person changes, becomes different, friend turns into a foe, does not matter, because my love was never dependent on the other person. My love is my state of being. I simply love.” — Osho (via nezua)
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“Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it.” — Toni Morrison, Jazz (via decembrist)
One of my favorite lines from that novel.
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We have no passions left to love the spring
Who had suffered autumn as we did, alone
Walking through dominions of a browning laughter
Carrying our loneliness our loving and our grief.
How can we know another spring.
For there will come no flower where was fruit before
Now we have little use for spring’s relentless seeking
Who walked the long, unquestioned path
Straight into autumn’s arms
Who saw the summer passions wither
Into a leaf to hide our naked tears.
Earth is still sweet, for autumn teaches bearing
And new sun will warm our proud and cautious feet
But spring came once
And we have seen the road that led through summer
Beautiful and bright as clover on a hill
Become a vast appalling wilderness and rain
While we stood still, racked on the autumn’s knowing
Binding cold love to us with the corners of her shroud.
Finally catching the Gullah exhibition at The Children’s Museum (Taken with instagram)
Alma Thomas, Untitled, 1968.
Alma Thomas, Untitled, 1968.
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#bluemoon (Taken with instagram)
My professors <3 #ojcacademy (Taken with instagram)