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@hippiedippyshit
it's a femininomenon!!!!!! - my love letter to femmes <3
companion piece to this
butch - solid
my love letter to butchesss <3
Art by Denis Istomin
from the archives of octavia butler
Sampler Quilt, about 1885 Possibly New York
Speed Art Museum
flowers in the community garden. watercolor on toned paper~
DO YOU HEAR ME? GET UP.
when do you stop being a sibling?
Los Angeles Pride-"Signs Carried By Heroes-We Carry Their Memory"-- Trailer full of protest signs once carried by those who have deceased (1993)
I've Endured, Now What?
Blue Iris - Mary Oliver / So This Is All I Will Ever Be? - Fatima Aamer Bilal / Vive, Vive - Traci Brimhall
Today I met happiness
my obsession with this photo is unbelievable actually. i cannot believe im not there right this moment i cant believe im not standing under that bridge surrounded by small houses and nature. unbelievable
There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned