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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Sade Olutola

Origami Around

Kaledo Art

if i look back, i am lost
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
One Nice Bug Per Day

JVL
occasionally subtle
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Three Goblin Art
will byers stan first human second
Xuebing Du

Andulka
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)

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Raspberry Morning Buns
“The Social Network is a story about the mixing of business and pleasure. It’s about growing up and growing apart. It’s about the demise of a relationship, the strain of long-distance love, the explosive breakup, the messy divorce depicted in the courtroom scenes. It’s about jealousy, bitterness and betrayal. It’s about heartbreak. It’s the greatest unrequited love story of our time.”
— Simran Hans (via socialnetworklesbian)
Me explaining CATS and/or Attestupa
eve, nudging villanelle with her foot because she’s lying on the kitchen floor for some reason: i need to get to the fridge
villanelle, eyes enormous: you KICK villanelle? you kick her body like the football? oh! oh! jail for eve! jail for eve for one thousand years!!!
me 3 drinks in, middle of new years eve party, people surrounding me like im a preacher from the 1700′s as i try not to spill my drink on the carpet: EDUARDOs shares were diluted. to .03 percent,mark kicked him out of the company. hje thogut eduardo didnt care about him, eduardo did care about him but makr that tht to care about him u had to care about facebook as well because facerbook is just an extension of him and didnt realize that eduardo just wanted him., eduardo was so hurt he smashed a laptop A LAPTOP
TRICERATOPS KNIFE | LISTING
Animated puppet film, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1959) by Jirí Trnka. I’ve featured works by Trnka before (remember The Hand?), but not this one, which is probably his masterpiece.
The setting is Greek, not Elizabethan, like so many other adaptations, and it’s kind of sensual, warm, and the characters in it are graceful and believable. Animation Hall of Fame.
my primary fashion inspo comes from 90s delias catalogs
Utility jacket
From Fairy Stories and Fables by James Baldwin, 1895.
My Strange & Unusual Site | Books | Videos | Music | Etsy
Reading List: The Internet and Social Media
Kaila Philo, “The Professional Friends of YouTube”
Rob Horning, “Social Media, Social Factory” (& “Sick of Myself”)
Nicole Carpenter, “‘Neopets’: Inside Look At Early 2000s Internet Girl Culture”
Simon Chandler, “Escaping Reality: The Iconography Of Vaporwave”
Jia Tolentino, “Where Millennials Come From”
Kate Wagner, “404 Page Not Found”
Linda Besner, “Ambient Cruelty”
Kate Losse, “Weird Corporate Twitter”
scream (1996)
Günther Förg
ari aster is like “YES i will give you unhinged women in media but FIRST you have to look at the inside of a human head. no i will not apologize.”
Varda par Agnès (2019)
“She will try to find the nice way to exercise intelligence. But intelligence is not ladylike. Intelligence is full of excesses. Rigorous intelligence abhors sentimentality, and women must be sentimental to value the dreadful silliness of the men around them. Morbid intelligence abhors the cheery sunlight of positive thinking and eternal sweetness; and women must be sunlight and cheery and sweet, or the woman could not bribe her way with smiles through a day. Wild intelligence abhors any narrow world; and the world of women must stay narrow, or the woman is an outlaw. No woman could be Nietzsche or Rimbaud without ending up in a whorehouse or lobotomized. Any vital intelligence has passionate questions, aggressive answers; but women cannot be explorers; there can be no Lewis or Clark of the female mind.” - Andrea Dworkin