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if i look back, i am lost
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

oozey mess

izzy's playlists!
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi
d e v o n
Jules of Nature
will byers stan first human second
Xuebing Du

ellievsbear

Discoholic 🪩
dirt enthusiast

JVL

#extradirty
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@penelopetayntplease
Rafat olbinski (Poland, 1943)
"Magical Transparency of Time"
Lithograph
Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
Alice Walker, Living by the Word (via myonegin)
Vilém Reichmann: Caught in the Snare (1941)
Lee Lozano
No title, 1971, pen on vellum, 11 × 8½ inches
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Lee Lozano
No title, 1971, pen on vellum, 11 × 8½ inches
also does anyone else feel like the death of public spaces and the subsequent digitization of all socialization has led to the downfall of subculture and the rise of aesthetic, which has in turn fostered a pervasive feeling of inauthenticity, as if we are, and are surrounded by, posers attempting to infiltrate a subculture that doesn't exist? clap if the death of public spaces and the subsequent digitization of all socialization has led to the downfall of subculture and the rise of aesthetic, which has in turn fostered a pervasive feeling of inauthenticity, as if we are, and are surrounded by, posers attempting to infiltrate a subculture that doesn't exist
Solange Knowles and her home by Jody Rogac for Apartamento Magazine Issue 30 2022
Me, still insane: I used to be sooo crazy
me and the girlies on our way to the knickknacks and trinkets section of the thrift store