André Kertész (July 2, 1894 – September 28, 1985), January 1, 1972 in Martinique.

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André Kertész (July 2, 1894 – September 28, 1985), January 1, 1972 in Martinique.
I am Amira, the breadwinner for my family after my father's death. We were forced to flee to the southern part of Gaza after the war intensified. Our home, my university, and my workplace were bombed😢.
We are now in desperate need to escape this danger and continue my dream and educational and professional journey💔. I kindly ask you to donate or share the campaign link. Your support can save our lives and give us a chance to live in peace🍉.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart🙏.
الله يوفقك ويسعدك ويرزقك من واسع فضله
"Vampire Hunter D" illustrated by Yoshitaka Amano and written by Hideyuki Kikuchi since 1983.
Dead Slow, acrylic on paper by DanielKarlsson
Adelsteen Normann (Norwegian,1848-1918)
Sunset in the fjord
Oil on canvas
悲しみ ~
my dreams mirrored that of a longing
of prominent tiresome and sinking woes.
I recall all, an illness in my questions
I inhaled all, savouring my soul
o bitter bitter heart, carry on
lest you flee once more
to your well of purity,
of solitude o serenity.
Franziskus Wendels
Source: Dorohedoro MUD AND SLUDGE Artbook
by Q Hayashida
Link to the full Artbook
i, as solitude has its own limitations
cannot seem to limit my being enough i cannot think of many earthly pleasures i would seek, or did seek in truthful interest i would just pretend, i used to pretend and preferred it that way, but there comes a point where that irritation takes over and i have to dismiss or distance my being away from all that’s loud and obnoxiously drenched in their pleasures
—on the contrary
it easily can appear as a pretentious, fake way of living, but also would’ve been quite arrogant and foolish to think a human being, a teenager no less can without their sanity devoured silently would be eternally alone to begin with
i am grateful for the dense years where i tried what i tried and experienced what i wanted to experience/what fate had in store for me, i loved to be mesmerised by the people i hung out with
to feel and dissect that human instinct of seeking what pleasures their being as a whole
i longed to be like them, and i did out of a strange necessity alas it was temporary
i didn’t wish for impossible things.
Via Maison Lemarié