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Claire Keane
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

blake kathryn

shark vs the universe
noise dept.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
taylor price
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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izzy's playlists!
trying on a metaphor

Kiana Khansmith
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

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Andulka
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Rebecca Horn, Cockatoo Mask, 1973 (stills from Cockfeather Mask Perfomance II)
Horn described using this mask in a performance exploring ideas of sexual availability and intimacy: ‘My face is covered by two intertwined, closed feather wings. The person standing before me touches the feathers delicately, then separates and opens the wings. The spread wings stretch like long bird wings, and softly enclose around [both] our heads. The feather-enclosure isolates our heads from the surrounding environment, and forces us to remain intimately alone, together.’ The use of the mask is deliberately ambiguous and the performance implies a tension between tenderness and aggression. (Text Via)
from “the popeye and friends knitting book”, 1989.
Undercover x Evangelion aw21-22 Tokyo Collection.
The Sopranos (1999 - 2007)
Hyacinth Fields
patrick bateman: *licks a strawberry icecream he got from an icecream truck* hm yummy ice cream
his internal monologue: look at me . eating processed flavoring. There is no strawberry in here. It’s but a pastiche of the real deal. An ice cream with artificial flavoring, a momentary joy. Tested countless times in a lab, masquerading as if it’s authentic, genuine. Me and a strawberry icecream are alike in that sense: gentle on the outside, palatable and unassuming. The only difference is that I don’t come with nutrition facts advising of any warning signs concerned parents will scan over, and by the time I strike, itll be too late
disclaimer i have never seen this movie I just think the soul of this guy possessed me
in my room
the universe is two arms wide: firosa noor and ian hugen for humane mag.