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@gidati
Gia + Erin
Captured by Bennie Rose and Kristoff
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Chen Xue by Agnes Lloyd-Platt for Numero China Magazine - November 2020
It’s me. My name is Gia. I run GIDATI. Haven’t shown face on Tumblr in years. Welcome me back kindly, now please.
At the Gates of Dis (Oils) by Kim Jakobsson
This artist on Facebook // Instagram
Obituary to The Skins I’ve Shed.
There’s nothing left now
Of the world we built
Broken vows and burnt down bridges
must move forward
apathetic- it makes no difference
to a broken hearted lover
validation- grant myself permission
to embrace without apprehension
Winding roads and a steady mission
Mission
Mission
Missing Past lives
cemetery of all I’ve let slipped
N all I feel
Are
Lovers I’ve never mourned
reflections not of equal or
I sit in shallow waters
Pleading for more
too scared of my own fears to leave the shore
must I let go
Of everything I was
in order to dream bigger?
ever since I tasted loss it’s grown into a sick addiction
To the pain of crippling numbness
drunk off the scent of this beautiful depiction
I’m off- to chase the dragon, this time I must not return.
I die a little death each parting ways
closing my heart with guarded walls as I weed new growth away
I cannot stand to love
When I know the price of the reward
Is equal to the pain.
I am a burning city
Running wild.
With all of this, I wake to see another day,
With all of this, I am okay.
evolution of a painting. of a feeling I yearn for.
Peace and warmth. by myself. In myself.
the world I knew doesn’t exist anymore, I’m dealing with it by resorting back to old habits. there’s a comfort in familiarity, even if it doesn’t serve the Me that has grown in all these seasons. It feels safe.
I’ll find my way. Soon enough.
Das Wunderzeichenbuch (The Book of Miracles), Augsburg, 1552.
Kundalini sunrise ☀️🐍
Unknown model for Royal Italia, 1969
via weheartit
Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.