“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

دیگران را ببخش، نه به خاطر اینکه لایق بخششند، به خاطر اینکه تو لایق آرامشی

Forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace.

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modernlovetracks:

“Stellar” by Incubus

Lyrics

chainedtoacomet:

Beautiful Book Covers:

Richard Siken, Crush. (via Yale University Press)

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thesmallgods:

The End of the Road - by Nicolas Delort
Ink on claybord - 11*15”

A cover for “The End of the Road”, this year’s anthology by Jonathan Oliver over at Solaris.

Read more about it on the Solaris website

Also, more info and close-ups on my blog

Follow me on twitter @NJAtom 

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Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face,
Terror, the Human Form Divine,
And Secrecy, the Human Dress.

The Human Dress is forgèd Iron
The Human Form, a fiery Forge,
The Human Face, a Furnace seal’d,
The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge.

“A Divine Image”

William Blake, Songs of Innocence and Experience

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You wanted to be cremated so we cremated you and you wanted an adventure so I ran and I knew you wouldn’t catch me. You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

Richard Siken, Straw House, Straw Dog.

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likeafieldmouse:

Lost in Translation

I hope you’re smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat

Andrea Gibson, Photograph 

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