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Behind the scenes of Luca Guadagnino’s Bones and All (2022)
aftersun (2022)
Some things in ballet never change.
An Interval at the Opera - Georges Jules Victor Clairin 1843-1919
Photo by Tyler Shields
ALL THINGS ARE DELICATELY INTERCONNECTED by Jenny Holzer
September 30, 2022 at 07:06PM
Carol Ann Duffy, from The World’s Wife; “Medusa”
[Text ID: “I’m foul mouthed now, foul / tongued, / yellow fanged. / There are bullet tears in my / eyes. / Are you terrified? / Be terrified. / It’s you I love,”]
Angelos Panagiotou “Angelos”(b.1943, Greek) ~ The Annunciation, 1986
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Sticks and stalks pushed into muddy lake bottom, Andy Goldsworthy, Yorkshire Sculpture Park (1987)
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Love at Sea (1964) dir. Guy Gilles
Love at Sea (1964) dir. Guy Gilles
you always have been
they had a great time
René Lalique - Art Nouveau Brooch
u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....
She wears short skirts, I wear tshirts, she's sexy baby and I'm a monster on the hill
can anyone remember that post about how children write the best poems & it had an article attached showing the differences between little kids' poetry & preteens?? im desperate to find it again
ok i found it! it's called the average fourth grader is a better poet than you (and me too)
here are three of my favourite excerpts