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let it go my friend... i say this as a fat "ugly" dyke. your body is the vehicle w which you move in the world, give love, receive love, make things, SEE things, KNOW things. that's all that matters. beauty and ugliness are marketing scams esp for women. LIVE and FUCK THE WORLD it's not easy to get there but it's so sweet. ppl will love you fat and "ugly" i swear on god.

this is like a religious text to me and i'm not joking even a little

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I'm sure the cat is just sleeping, but its pose and the petals reminded me of a painting.

"The Grief of the Pasha" by Jean-Leon Gerome.

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Being extremely temporary confers on you the same reckless boldness as being immortal

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The surface of Pluto, painted by James Hervat for Astronomy magazine in the 1970s

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me joining hellfire just bc I think Eddie is hot but have no idea what dnd is

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Aretha Franklin performing “Funny Girl” at the 41st Annual Academy Awards on April 14, 1969.

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Hermes Fall 2022 Details

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Hermes Fall 2022 Details

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Ludovic de Saint Sernin Fall 2022

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Isola di Capri

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Doors of Argentina

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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned