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  4. killerbeesting:

    Vivian Maier, Canada

     
  5. weareglitter:

    STEPHANIE SEYMOUR, AZZEDINE ALAÏA, 1990

    (Source: dont-please-stay-here, via erytheis)

     

  6. "

    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.

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    — ~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)

    (Source: facebook.com, via commovente)

     
  7. thepostermovement:

    Submarine by Rebecca Hådell

     
  8. photojojo:

    If you’ve been to a popular beach this summer, you know full well how incredibly crowded the seaside scene can be.

    Aerial photography expert Bernhard Lang captured these mesmerizing images of a packed beach along the Adriatic coast in Italy.

    Mesmerizing Aerial Shots of a Crowded Beach in Italy

    via Faith is Torment

     
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  10. humans-of-pdx:

    Udeline (visiting from France)

    8/31/2014

     
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  12. sfmoma:

    SubmissionFriday:

    Frances Sousa

    Untitled, 2014

    (via missannavaldez)

     

  13. "Here is the poem I was going to write
    earlier, but didn’t
    because I heard you stirring.
    I was thinking again
    about that first morning in Zurich.
    How we woke up before sunrise.
    Disoriented for a minute. But going
    out onto the balcony that looked down
    over the river, and the old part of the city.
    And simply standing there, speechless.
    Nude. Watching the sky lighten.
    So thrilled and happy. As if
    we’d been put there
    just at that moment."
    — Raymond Carver, “The Poem I Didn’t Write,” All of Us: The Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998)

    (Source: apoetreflects)

     
  14. flowerfield:

    don’t know if I believe anything that I’m saying

    I feel you Frances. I get it.

    (Source: arbors)

     
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