So good it hurts

No more piercings. Widow. Death, mourning, loss and desire. Also running fashion-boots.tumblr.com which is active

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My weekly sewing class has a short design slot as well, just to challenge us a little bit. These are some of this week's doodles.

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From my personal art blog, @vanderwaa

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3000 nights without intimacy

3000 nights without belonging

3000 nights without touch

3000 nights without sex

3000 nights without her voice

3000 nights without her

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Gotta love Belgium

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I painted the sky the blue of your eyes

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The Bridge

I started doodling and it ended up like this. Made with some brushes produced in China with a weird brand name that I recently got through (believe it or not) an Instagram ad. To my surprise I find them totally wonderful.

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From my personal art blog.

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Part 2: I'm following a sewing class. Each week we have a half-hour design intro, where our teacher gives us very abstract assignments for our homework. This week's theme was Change.

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From my personal art blog.

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I'm following a sewing class. Each week we have a half-hour design intro, where our teacher gives us very abstract assignments for our homework. it's total freedom, with a bit of input to start from. I love it.

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From my personal art blog.

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Goodbye

30.000 posts. 13 years on tumblr. 15.000 followers (for what it's worth nowadays) But now it's over. This is my last post. Browse the Archive (desktop). Tell your loved ones you love them. I wish you all the best.

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Just shut down a side blog.

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Long after The Golden Girls had made her a household name, Bea Arthur continued to live a fiercely private life off-screen. What few people knew—even among her closest colleagues—was that she had quietly been one of the main financial backers of a New York shelter for homeless LGBTQ+ youth. In the early 2000s, when she learned from a friend about the rising number of queer teens being kicked out of their homes, Bea was appalled. “Nobody deserves to be thrown away,” she said in one of her rare public statements on the matter.

She didn’t just write checks. Bea would often visit the shelter unannounced, bringing bags of groceries or handmade scarves in winter. She insisted on no photos, no press. Staff recalled that she would sit and listen to the kids for hours, giving them advice, jokes, or just quiet comfort. One counselor remembered a Christmas Eve when Bea stayed well past midnight, helping wrap donated gifts. “She was the grandma they never had,” one former resident said.

After her death in 2009, it was revealed that Bea had left $300,000 in her will to support the shelter, which was renamed in her honor: The Bea Arthur Residence for Homeless LGBTQ+ Youth. In a world that often lauded her for delivering zingers on screen, her most enduring punchline may have been a silent one—providing shelter and dignity to those who needed it most.

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In a world full of people who become assholes once they have money (or do they get rich because they are assholes?) this is at least a glimmer of hope.

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I’m afraid of growing old alone, but I’ve been already doing it for many years now. You’d think that I would get used to it. But on the contrary, it only gets worse.

I feel like a part of my soul is being ripped out of me slowly each night. Oddly enough, my soul is still there. Either it is very big, or it grows back each time.



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Shamelessly nabbed from my Instagram stories, this post. Working with some new ultra fine-tipped brushes by Fumuui. Wish I still had my acrylic nails because I really liked the look.

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From my personal art blog. Another thingie I'm working on.

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7am. Taking the dog for a walk. My neighbourhood has no business being this beautiful at this time of the year.

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is it normal to find leftover bombs from 'the war' where you live?

the war is still happening so they're not left over

yeah

less than there used to be but yeah

literally no wtf

Voting ended onApr 29, 2025

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In 1986, Rebecca Elson (1960-1999) was a young Canadian astronomer who had begun a post-doctoral research fellowship examining Hubble telescope data at Princeton. Antidotes to Fear of Death is undated, and may have been written before the poet was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin lymphoma, the disease from which she died at the age of 39. Read more about this poem over at The Guardian

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Painting again, at coffee house Veggie, Rotterdam

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Today, Rotterdam. Willemsbrug

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Today, Rotterdam. Willemsbrug