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jeannepompadour

Painting by Indian artist Kshitindranath Majumdar (1891-1975)

twixnmix

Marsha P. Johnson Polaroids by Andy Warhol, 1974.

twixnmix

Portraits by James Van Der Zee

Women and children, Lenox (c. 1909)

Harlem (c. 1920)

Alpha Phi Alpha Basketball Team (1926)

Billy (1926)

Untitled (Portrait of a Boy in a Sailor Suit) (1927)

Couple (1930)

Couple in Raccoon Coats (1932)

Sunday Morning (c. 1932)

Her Best Friend (1940)

Jean-Michel Basquiat (1982)

happyheidi

Kikis delivery service (1989)

lukasz-buda

I made a relaxing gif out of an old illustration. Maybe there will be time for more of those in the future.

asoftwrongness

finders keepers, right?

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asoftwrongness

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octave denis victor guillonnet / gordon mortensen / santiago rusiñol / raoul dufy / albert marquet / henry moret

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since it's officially fall

#cozy #fall #aesthetic #fallaesthetic #cozyaesthetic #autumn #september #october #fallroominspo #roominspo

awrldalone

some things we should start romanticising

bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)

sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.

making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.

buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.

reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.

that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home.

writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.

tying shoe laces. where are you even going?

picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.

finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.

-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm