the child grows enormous but never grows up
guy:

Il sonno by giancarlo rado

guy:

Il sonno by giancarlo rado

astratos:

Silver  |  Brad Orr
streetsick:

Photo by George Valdez

streetsick:

Photo by George Valdez

mpdrolet:

Satchel Paige waiting for pool hall adversary, Harlem, New York, 1941
George Strock

mpdrolet:

Satchel Paige waiting for pool hall adversary, Harlem, New York, 1941

George Strock

propaedeuticist:

faces of Abraham - Moyra Davey

invisiblestories:

“However cosmic the isolated house lighted by the star of its own lamp may become, it will always symbolize solitude…. We are hypnotized by solitude, hypnotized by the gaze of the solitary house; and the tie that binds us to it is so strong that we being to dream of nothing but a solitary house in the night.”

Gaston Bachelard, Poetics of Space

(Image by Ramell Ross, via kateoplis)

“Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house. Those outside can watch you if they want, but you need not see them. You simply say, ‘Here are the perimeters of our attention. If you prowl around under the windows till the crickets go silent, we will pull the shades. If you wish us to suffer your envious curiosity, you must permit us not to notice it.’ Anyone with one solid human bond is that smug, and it is the smugness as much as the comfort and safety that lonely people covet and admire.”
—Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

invisiblestories:

“However cosmic the isolated house lighted by the star of its own lamp may become, it will always symbolize solitude…. We are hypnotized by solitude, hypnotized by the gaze of the solitary house; and the tie that binds us to it is so strong that we being to dream of nothing but a solitary house in the night.”

Gaston Bachelard, Poetics of Space

(Image by Ramell Ross, via kateoplis)

“Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house. Those outside can watch you if they want, but you need not see them. You simply say, ‘Here are the perimeters of our attention. If you prowl around under the windows till the crickets go silent, we will pull the shades. If you wish us to suffer your envious curiosity, you must permit us not to notice it.’ Anyone with one solid human bond is that smug, and it is the smugness as much as the comfort and safety that lonely people covet and admire.”

—Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

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