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Kiana Khansmith
Sade Olutola
Acquired Stardust

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor

Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
i don't do bad sauce passes

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DEAR READER
Keni
Three Goblin Art
hello vonnie
Stranger Things

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
occasionally subtle
Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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The fact is I did not appreciate until much later in my own life, what subterfuge and sacrifice it took to be independent and undefeated by the pressures of reality. -Niall Williams, This is Happiness
Bele Bachem (Renate Gabriele Bachem), 1916-2005
Arabisches rotkaeppchen huetet Katzen, 1964
“What Kind of Times Are These” by Adrienne Rich, from Dark Fields of the Republic (1995).
The way I sometimes explain this to my students is by comparing it to a sideshow. There used to be a part of carnival sideshows where a magician would cut a woman in two. It was all done with mirrors and so on, but it looked real and the audience was spellbound by it. By the end of the show, the lady would come back on the stage along with the magician so that everyone could see that it was a conjuring trick. Racecraft is a conjuring trick that does not need a conjurer. The onlookers’ minds are also conjuring the spectacle for them. Racecraft does not end with the performer and the illusion appearing on the stage in their rightful being. It’s a permanent illusion. It can be a death-dealing illusion. - Barbara J. Fields
Eartha Kitt. E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library
riyoko ikeda’s dear brother || 池田理代子の『おにいさまへ…』
Uncredited Tibetan mandalas.
The coalition emerges out of your recognition that it’s fucked up for you, in the same way that we’ve already recognized that it’s fucked up for us. I don’t need your help. I just need you to recognize that this shit is killing you, too, however much more softly, you stupid motherfucker, you know?
Fred Moten
Dorothy Ko