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“…alone, reviewing my words or deeds soberly, the sense of being cut off always took possession of me. ‘They don’t know me,’ I would say to myself. And by this I meant that they knew me neither for myself nor for what I might become. They were impressed by the mask. I didn’t call it that, but that is how I thought of my ability to impress others. It was not me doing it, but a persona which I knew how to put on. It was something, indeed, which anyone with a little intelligence and a flair for acting could learn to do. Monkey tricks, in other words. Yet, though I regarded these performances in this light, I myself at times would wonder if perhaps it was not me, after all, who was behind these antics.” (Nexus, H.M.)

Favorite authors. Favorite artists. Music that moves me. A few girlie things.

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I thought this was gorgeous. #flowers #brick #virginia #charlottesville #spring (at University of Virginia)
#dogwood #virginia #charlottesville #nofilter #spring (at University of Virginia)
I waved. #airplanelines #trees
I’m not the only one who likes to smell the #flowers here… 👃🌸🌹🌷🌱😘❤️ (at Ivy Nursery)



At the Sol Lewitt exhibit at Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art (MASS MoCA) in North Adams, Massachusetts
"A red sun rises. Blood has been spilt this night." (Couldn’t sleep in - worth it) #sunrise #virginia #nofilter