Used Book Cafe , Paris - Chloe Chlumecky , 2025
Canadian , b. 1999 -
Oil , 16 x 20 in.
Show & Tell
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occasionally subtle
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Cosimo Galluzzi
Stranger Things
cherry valley forever

if i look back, i am lost
noise dept.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

titsay
ojovivo
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Today's Document
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
sheepfilms

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todays bird
we're not kids anymore.

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Used Book Cafe , Paris - Chloe Chlumecky , 2025
Canadian , b. 1999 -
Oil , 16 x 20 in.
fuck all the way off, sam levinson
Opeyemi Olukotun.
Opeyemi Olukotun (Nigerian, 1989), The Weight They Cannot See, 2024. Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 48 in.
Eyvind Earle (American, 1916–2000)
"Winter Path", 1968.
Serigraph on Paper, 40 × 50 cm.
Private Collection.
My yes never fit into the no of this world.
I was just a little girl trying to get rid of the just and the little,
got rid of the girl instead.
Got rid of my yes trying to make a no so big
it could go back in time, swallow everything that happened
that should not have happened.
And that’s how I lived. That’s how I’d been living.
Decades of no no no no no no no no no.
Andrea Gibson
It’s World Jellyfish Day, Okushita Kazuhiko
by Richard Nadler
Richard Nadler (b.1987 in Penzberg, Germany), ArchiTextures, Digital illustration
there’s more than one way to hold a person
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day, Nothing gold can stay. Robert Frost
by Richard Diebenkorn, 1968
Shaking his head he seems to hear himself saying aloud: I feel like maybe I still don’t accept it. The idea that my dad is gone. I don’t really get how it could be the case, if you see what I mean. I think I do, she says. Like he just sort of exited from time, and we all have to keep going, within time. Do you know what I mean?
Sally Rooney, Intermezzo
Eva Hohrath, from Twenty-Two Little Cats, published 1962
Kurt Cobain at Commodore Ballroom, Vancouver, BC, Canada 🇨🇦
March 8, 1991
TIME PIECE, from You Better Be Lightning, Andrea Gibson