Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All At Once”

June 13, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

Waitomo Caves, New Zealand by Steve Weston

I am the type of lover that foresees collapse and dives in headfirst anyway. I am the type of lover that knew who he was all along and loved him anyway. I implored him, I craved him at every moment of the day and every second I did not spend with him was a waste of time to me. I loved him, I knew him, with his blood underneath my nails, tears down my shirt, pulling him into me and mourning his body that was still warm in my arms. I knew he wouldn’t stay from the very beginning, yet I played his game simply to draw him out of himself and to experience him fully as a person. I am rich, but not in the way you’d think, but my biggest pleasure in life is coaxing the life and humanity out of people and to collect their impressions on me and see the world as they do. It’s so beautiful to be human. I wish I could live like they do

on a more serious note, I think it's important to consider the uhc ceo shooter's twitter seems to indicate he suffered from severe chronic pain and this is likely a big contributor to his actions

oh, they make me sick

Johann Heinrich von Dannecker (1758-1841) "Lesbia and her Sparrow" Marble Neoclassical

I got in that coffin of my own free will. In the quiet dark, we were equals.

June Storm by Franz Wright

The Young Martyr, 1855 - oil on canvas. — Paul Delaroche (French, 1797-1856) aqua-regia009 art edits