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biro pen on vintage envelope || Mark Powell
hugging really close and tight while being far far away
multiple ear piercings is the only answer
Yutaka Matsuzawa Untitled (White Circle Collage). c. 1967
ARTEMIS: lady of the wild things, deep forests, animals and wild hunt. Goddess of the moon and guardian of the young girls and women.
how do you mend a relationship with yourself? / insta
Reagan-era "stranger danger" panic has done so much harm to americans' sense of community. It cemented the idea that only the nuclear family could be trusted with the care of the child, deterred people from cooperative living with an extended community, and continues to place abuse victims in danger by perpetuating the misconception that most child abuse is done by strangers rather than someone they know. It is in our best interest to become more interdependent than we were raised to be.
LET ME ROT, YOU BITCH!
ingeborgklara by Svalbard II
“You did not understand what I am. I am pleasure, I am love, I am essence, I am an alcoholic, I am an idiot, I am tenacious. I am; I simply am” Frida Kahlo (1907-1954)
“Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”
— I Know What You Think of Me, Tim Kreider for the New York Times