Pierre Boucher, 1933
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Pierre Boucher, 1933
a beast
start trying
try to try
≈ Sheep fighting against the storm to get home. ≈
and don’t forget that transparency is not honesty, for those that float on the extreme end of the personal integrity spectrum.
Maurizio Cannavacciuolo — Senza titolo (acrylic on canvas, 1998)
how to feel again.
turn on the shower. hot.
while the water warms up, take off your makeup. brush your hair.
stand. just stand, in the shower.
feel the warmth. feel it soak your hair. feel it run over your chest, over your arms and back. feel it drip from your fingertips and run over your feet. feel the weight of your hair pull your head back and close your eyes. feel the warmth through your body.
make it cold.
now turn the water cold. close your eyes. feel the warm water in your hair be replaced by the cold. feel the cold taking over your body. notice the goosebumps on your arms, your legs. embrace it. feel it run through your blood, through your veins. feel the energy it gives you.
turn it off.
turn off the shower and feel the water drip off of you. squeeze the water out of your hair. listen to it hit the shower floor. put your hair in a loose braid, or keep it down. wrap yourself in a towel.
get comfy.
put on your favorite, comfiest clothes. feel the warmth return to your body. feel the weight of your shirt on your shoulders, your pants on your hips, the material on your skin.
find a book.
yes. a book. not a tv show. not a movie. a book. read it and escape from reality. feel the emotions of the character. cry, yell, laugh.
lay down
on the ground. outside. i don’t care if it’s cold, raining, snowing. you can layer. feel your arms and legs relax. feel your back against the ground. look at the sky. see the stars, or the sun, or the moon, or the clouds.
listen
come back inside and listen. listen to your family talking, the tv playing, the washing machine running, the dog barking, the cars driving by. hear it. all of it. listen for the tiniest, quietest things.
you’re here. you’ve felt it. you’ve heard it. you’ve seen it. you are here and this is your life. you have the power to do what you want to do. for fucks sake, you just took a freezing cold shower and layed outside. because you could. you can. you felt it. what is it? it is your life. stay here to explore it. stay here to try and figure it out. stay here to realize that maybe it isn’t supposed to be figured out. your were brought here for a reason. you are where you are for a reason. you will begin to feel again, even if it’s just physical at first. it will come. but you won’t know unless you stay here to see it happen.
being born in the late 90′s is a really weird time because our coming of age is/was so tied into the expansion of personal technology? like for so many of us the transition from getting your first flip phone to smartphones wasn’t just a technology shift, it was part of growing up. and it created this really weird timeline where new technologies were being created right as we entered the right age market to use them, so now we all know intuitively how to use snapchat or the social context of emoji use or whatever but we can also remember childhoods spent (almost) entirely outside and offline. like you get all the disillusionment of the older millennial generation except now with the stress of spending your adolescence measuring yourself against others on social media and it’s really fucking confusing
you put it into words
flower blooming stimboard for anon
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Love Between - Tom Hammick , 2016-17.
British, b. 1963-
Oil on canvas, 107 x 81.5 cm
Eyes as Big as Plates Eyes as Big as Plates is the ongoing collaborative project between the Finnish-Norwegian artist duo Riitta Ikonen and Karoline Hjorth. Starting out as a play on characters from Nordic folklore, Eyes as Big as Plates has evolved into a continual search for modern human’s belonging to nature.
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Really impressed with everyone who is counting the days they’ve been in quarantine. For me, time is ongoing, I know it’s April, I have no idea how long we’ve been like this. February feels like it was six months ago.
Deedee Cheriel, Promise To Read Me Poetry Forever
Yuri Vasnetsov (1900-1973)
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My hope after this ordeal is over is that people realize the profound importance of the professions of cleaners, grocery store employees, healthcare workers, garbage disposal workers, truck drivers etc. If a famous actor or musician stayed home for a year, it wouldn't make any real difference in your life but if your gabage truck didn't come for a week, you'll be up in arms distressed. People need to stop fetishesizing about famous and wealthy people who most of the time couldn't give two fucks about ordinary people and start appreciating their local workers without whom our lives would be so much more difficult.
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