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trying on a metaphor
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Janaina Medeiros
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Origami Around
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Love Begins

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the sacrificial lamb 🐑
Norman Lindsay (c.1920)
The Audience
♱ MISCELLANEOUS WHIMSIGOTH PNGS ♱
Smile at Me
Acrylic painting on canvas
Size 30x25 cm
Spirit (1885)
— by George Roux
“Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.”
Taxi Driver (1976) dir. Martin Scorsese
strange labyrinth | 4/14/23
please document your life; take pictures and videos, keep a journal & record voice memos…the most insignificant moments will become some of your favourite memories one day
CRIMSON PEAK
2015 | dir. Guillermo del Toro
𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱
“A scrupulous writer, in every sentence that he writes, will ask himself at least four questions, thus: What am I trying to say? What words will express it? What image or idiom will make it clearer? Is this image fresh enough to have an effect? And he will probably ask himself two more: Could I put it more shortly? Have I said anything that is avoidably ugly?”
— “Politics and the English Language,” George Orwell (1903-1950) English writer
There is all of this grief you are carrying
and all of the grief I am carrying
and we meet and fall in love
but neither of us knows where to put all this grief
so we let it spill all over each other,
let it colour our edges like soot and smoke
that slowly finds its way into our mouths
and neither of us knows where the fire is,
yet here we are in ashes, in ashes,
holding each other and saying,
it will be all right.
It will be all right.
-Nikita Gill