Jules of Nature
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Janaina Medeiros

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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*gets different kinds of pseudoscience confused* you only use 10% of your brain until you're 25
The Lugdunum Museum by Bernard Zaehrfuss in 1969-1975
Photos by my friend Benoît Santiard @bsantiard
North American Purgatory, Gregory Crewdson
John Brosio (American, 1967) - Evening Dancer (2003)
John Brosio (American, 1967), Evening Dancer, 2003. Oil on canvas, 60 x 36 in.
Cy Twombly ֍ Untitled (1961)
This pretty much summarizes how it feels knowing what's going to be coming and just having to take it.
Concretion 8068, Luiz Sacilotto, 1980
Luiz Sacilotto (Brazilian, 1924-2003), Concretion 8068, 1980. Tempera on canvas on wood, 100 x 100 cm.
“You are not helpless. You are not heartless. And you have time.”
— Toni Morrison
Assorted Sonic franchise text posts (1/?)
MARISOL ESCOBAR, PRINTER'S BOX, 1956
wood, bronze, painted terracotta
It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.
when Florence Welsh said "What a thing to admit that when someone looks at me with real love I don't like it very much / Kinda makes me feel like I'm being crushed"
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