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@lillacheaven
There is something so beautiful about reaching out to the monstrous with intent to touch it gently. To risk the sharp teeth and the lethal claws, to defy fear and revulsion, and choose to be delicate with something that can be, and often is, incredibly brutal.
I would be SO GENTLE with those tigers before they mauled me completely to death.
if you're a writer i wish u a very plot/story/character epiphany
“Karl Marx is most famous as a critic of capitalism, but at the heart of his critique can be found a desperate plea for the transformation of work. People, he argues, express themselves and create the world through creative and collective activity. This natural tendency is twisted into something unrecognisable in work under capitalism. He didn’t just think work around him was bad because it took place in noisy and dangerous conditions, or for low wages and long hours. The problem of work was a fundamental one: under capitalism, work takes something human and turns it into something monstrous. The forces of capital become ravenous, eating up all that is human, sucking on the very lifeblood of society.”
— Amelia Horgan, Lost in Work: Escaping Capitalism (via probablyasocialecologist)
2/24/19 - ‘Saint Lucy’, ceramics (with gold overglaze), 7" x 5.5" x 1"
this is actually a wall piece!
Fernando Pessoa, 35 Sonnets
I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
— Sabrina Benaim
Dinner IS SERVED
Julia Fox
Julia Fox
i wanna hide my face in someone’s neck and sleep