“I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.”
— E.B. White (via journaling-junkie)

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rosswolfe:

Grigorii and Mikhail Barkhin’s Izvestia newspaper building in Moscow, built 1927. Photo by Aleksandr Rodchenko, 1928.
(via http://thecharnelhouse.org/2014/05/13/grigorii-barkhin-izvestiia-newspaper-building-in-moscow-1926-1928/)

quincampoix:

Georges Vantongerloo, Study no. 73, 1931

quincampoix:

Georges Vantongerloo, Study no. 73, 1931

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monsieurlepoof:

Harry E. Buckley (American, 1930-2010) - Indoor male nude (c.1964)

monsieurlepoof:

Harry E. Buckley (American, 1930-2010) - Indoor male nude (c.1964)

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man-reading:

isilluminating:

Epic adventures!

There is always time for the classics.

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature…. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”

Helen Keller (via beherenowandzen)

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explore-blog:

Picasso on success and why you should never compromise in your art – a little-known and wonderful 1944 conversation with the legendary photographer Brassaï, and a fine addition to our ongoing archive of sage advice on life

jazzkiosk:

Afghan women at a public library during the 1950s.

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“This is all you have to do. Sit down once a day to the novel and start working without internal criticism, without debilitating expectations, without the need to look at your words as if they were already printed and bound.
The beginning is only a draft. Drafts are imperfect by definition.”
— Walter Mosley (via writingquotes)

(via writeworld)

jethypendl:

Anoche soñé de ti, soñé que regresabas a mi ciudad natal, venías a visitarme y yo te hacía esperar afuera de la casa, por un tiempo que me pareció eterno a pesar mío. Luego quisimos entrar a un parque de diversiones, una primera vez entramos pero la segunda no nos dejaron.

Hace años que no te aparecías en un sueño, al despertar creí seguir viéndote, y las imágenes se mezclaban con recuerdos de épocas más felices, de un interregno entre ficción y realidad. ¿Por qué aparecerte así, tan de la nada, y precisamente ahora que toda certidumbre me abandona?

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