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Still life with broken glass, frozen flowers, watercolour and dirt. Mario Brandalise : 03/2017
brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man
Still life with broken glass, frozen flowers, watercolour and dirt. Mario Brandalise : 03/2017
I really like how the scientology speedrunning trend is developing, in this clip we see that the participants are
Not deterred by the closed door
Working as a group
Protecting their identities
Inflicting material costs to the institution via property destruction
Getting away at the end
These ideas were not all here from the beginning. They are genuinely gaining experience that can be applied elsewhere
”time heals all wounds” WRONG. it merely allows for infection.. it is Too late for me
Here are some close-ups of my fav paintings, I still love the details and colors from these paintings :))
saying "question mark?" and "however comma," out loud are game changers. punctuation on the go. and it's always the funniest thing that anyone around you has ever heard
How Surface Texture Affects Bloodstain Patterns
oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now
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You already know the story. You will die. Everyone you love will also die. You will lose them forever. You will be sad and angry. You will weep. You will bargain. You will make demands. You will beg. You will pray. It will make no difference. Nothing you can do will bring them back. You know this, Your knowing changes nothing. This poem will make you understand this unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the very first time.
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”time heals all wounds” WRONG. it merely allows for infection.. it is Too late for me
I don't know, I have a fairy child sleeping on my shoulder.
crossfaded on what no longer is and what remains to be seen
obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.
Remember when books were affordable and fit in your pocket... And paperback cover art slapped.
[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere