
“Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.”
— Iain S. Thomas
Thimble Hall, Derbyshire, England
Henri Matisse’s illustration for Baudelaire’s poetry collection, Les Fleurs du Mal.
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“It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.”
— Sylvia Plath
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yours, yours, in everything and always,
sick, worried, tormented or not.
Léon Herschtritt, Amoureux de Paris, 1960
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“Mr. Finch and Mr. Trumpet, The Hares”
Oil Painting by ZsaZsa Bellagio
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Henri Matisse’s illustration for Baudelaire’s poetry collection, Les Fleurs du Mal.
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“The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.”
— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
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