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I Have No Hands to Caress My Face series
Mario Giacomelli, 1961–1963
paul hill in photography annual 1984
Francisco de Goya. ' Modo de volar ', ca 1815-1816.
pet play but its with insects
oh yeah baby youre my sexy little deer fly
deleuze & guattari, "a thousand plateaus"
Delcy Morelos: El abrazo
Gerard tweets of the week
was just doing my crossword and the answer to a clue was dissected so writing it in made me feel like patrick bateman in that one scene
La vie et la mort , Life and Death - Lars van Wieren , 2026.
Dutch, b. 1994 -
Distemper on canvas , 90 x 120 cm.
more tape transfers (manual photoshop)
which could mean nothing.
*looking in the mirror* You are not Orestes. You are a friendly, charming, driven young woman. Not orestes. Do not think, "I am orestes"
why is everything a fucking ad these days like im looking for an album rec and instead i get a squarespace ad i want a recipe half the ingredients are some sponsored bullshit and it doesn't even taste good at what point are we going to ask ourselves what it is we're doing
been really into the 😁 emoji lately i suppose to remind myself that there is joy to be found even in the direst of circumstances
Been really into the cave 𓉸 as of late, I went into the cave—you know, the dark cave by the unyielding mountain just by the edge of town? The cave: it keeps getting darker as I go deeper into the cave it keeps getting even darker, I thought I knew how dark dark could get but it keeps getting darker, I thought I knew perfect darkness when I closed my eyes, but that was a lie, my dark bedroom I would now find blinding and still dark yet darker and darker, death's perfect oblivion would now be as bright as the sun, a lamp can get as bright as it's voltage allows and so to does the cave endlessly delight with shadows growing ever bigger and darker and darker and still the cave keeps getting darker. Forever..
i also like the cave 😁
Finding my peace #mypeace
got to curate a set of film programmes which will be screened in real life to people so it's no longer just an informal imaginative exercise i wistfully partake in
"Meditation is not what you think. You sit in absolute silence and your mind starts going over all your movies. During that process, you become so familiar with the scripts you keep in your life that you end up getting sick of them. Then you realize that the person you think you are is nothing but a complicated script you spend most of your energy on. After a more thorough examination, you discover your personality disgusts you.
And that's because it's not really you. If you feel terrified enough about that personality, you spontaneously allow it to fade away. And then, if you're lucky, you can experience yourself without the distortion of that personality."
~ Leonard Cohen