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[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals 1897-1909 

[nevver]

She’s a witch, Rebecaa Caheron (print sale!)

[philamuseum]

Happy birthday to photographer Carrie Mae Weems. Part of her “Kitchen Table Series,” these three dramatically composed photographs chronicle a fictional woman navigating her role as a lover and a mother, exploring the sexual and racial politics of contemporary life. Each scene in her story takes place at the head of a kitchen table, under the glare of a bright light, using a fixed, stage-like setting to evoke a play or movie set.

“Untitled,” 1990 (negatives); 2011 (prints), by Carrie Mae Weems © Carrie Mae Weems, courtesy of the artist and Jack Shainman Gallery, New York

[szymon]

Biancoshock in Ravenna

[toskka-deactivated20210124]

Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka | Jarek Puczel, “Lovers” (2011) | The Waves, Virginia Woolf | Vilhelm Bjerke-Petersen, Untitled (1943)

[afroeditions]

Because white men can’t police their imagination black men are dying -“Citizen” Claudia Rankine

[naiittiee]

— Claudia Rankine

[roselungs]

“Because white men can’t police their imagination, black men are dying”

— Claudia Rankine, Citizen

[swan-bones]

Rosefinches

2020

by Kelly Louise Judd

[bostonpoetryslam]

“We’re a stormy kind of people— my father rained for days after his funeral; we each of us tempest our old-world rage. In another age we’d have been gods, but here we are, in our mortgaged homes, rented apartments, in our leased cars, in our morning commutes. Here we are in our everyday spite and sorrow, in our lifetimes of fury. All our sturm und drang and nothing to show for it; we’re human even on the worst days— when it rains it pours and we’re caught in it too.”

— Maya Phillips, “A Kind of Temperament,” from Erou

[sosuperawesome]

Glass Sculptures

Isabel Green on Etsy

[seekingstars]

First Lines of Emails I've Received While Quaratining - Jessica Salfia

[aristotlemcdonald]

Dust

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor— not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. and I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes— God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

[philamuseum]

Animated by wavy blue lines, the brilliant red background of this print seems to vibrate with the sound and movement of the band and the dancing singers. The lyrics of the song run above and below the performers, allowing us to follow its meaning and spirit. Since the 1960s, Faith Ringgold has explored subjects from African American life and culture in her art. A very similar composition appears on a painted quilt by Ringgold. “Somebody Stole My Broken Heart,” 2004–5, by Faith Ringgold © Faith Ringgold 

[redlipstickresurrected]

Jiang Xiaoxi aka Xiaoxi Jiang aka  蒋晓溪 (Chinese, b. 1986, China) - 散念之二 (Second Thought), Paintings: Ink, Color on Silk, mounted.

[sosuperawesome]

DIY Paper Craft / Fully Assembled Lamps

Vasili Lights on Etsy

[pushpinglory]

🐙

[wheeloffortune-design]

I want to apologise to

- Britney for making fun of her when she had her breakdown

- Monica Lewinski for judging her when she was a 22year old temp sexually assaulted by the most powerful man in the world

- Ke$ha for ever thinking she was trashy when all she wanted to do was make party music

- Kristen Stewart for ever thinking she was dumb when she’s actually one of the coolest people ever

- Megan Fox for ever thinking she was just a slut when actually she was an actress being harassed by her employer. 

- Hating all the women who made a career out of having a hot body. Being is shape is hard, beauty is a weapon and auto promotion is hard work. 

- All the Mary-Sues, who exist because young girls everywhere want to be part of a story they love so much

- All the female characters I ever snobbed because they got in the way of my ship.

- Hating the color pink during my teenage years, when it’s actually a lovely color and what I resented was society’s pressure to perform femininity. 

[zenkaiankoku]

This is what sexism does. The media runs a smear campaign against women. And when we were younger we knew no better and trusted them. Now we know better.