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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Janaina Medeiros
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Peter Solarz

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Xuebing Du
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Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Mike Driver

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orchard.nyc
Can everything you do be about me forever
im suffering from a horrendous disease called being in your 20s
Representations of Female Suicide by Drowning in Victorian Culture by Valerie Meessen
[image description]: screenshot of text, some of which is highlighted. it begins, highlighted: In death, the female loses the quality of being Other, and becomes an inanimate object that no longer threatens male order. Her body, once 'a site of superlative alterity,' can now be controlled, composed, and dissected. [end highlight] In this state, the woman can be idealized. These ideas can be placed within the nineteenth century patriarchal cult of invalidism that Dijkstra has described. This cult glorified female suffering, illness, and consequently, their deaths. Women who could be defined as either faint, frail or fading away, were set as icons of virtuous femininity. The 'consumptive' look consequently became an ideal of feminine beauty, which prescribed a pale, almost translucent skin, feverish eyes, and an emaciated body. This sort of idealization went hand in hand with an [highlighting begins again] eroticization of the dead female, the ultimate object of male fantasy. [end highlight, end description].
It is the phenomenon sometimes called alienation from self. In its advanced stages, we no longer answer the telephone, because someone might want something; that we could say no without drowning in self-reproach is an idea alien to this game. Every encounter demands too much, tears the nerves, drains the will, and the spectre of something as small as an unanswered letter arouses such disproportionate guilt that one's sanity becomes an object of speculation among one's acquaintances. To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves—there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.
"On Self-Respect", Joan Didion
doc there is a fucking hole where something was
Noticed that your soul rots inside of your body and you lose the ability to properly express yourself when you don’t read. Does anyone else know about this
dude quick turn on wikipedia. any article
Chess Set
Rachael Whiteread
Be yourself so ppl looking for u can find u
2023-04-10