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2019/21
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
wallacepolsom
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin

Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
noise dept.

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sheepfilms

JBB: An Artblog!
art blog(derogatory)

Kiana Khansmith
Cosimo Galluzzi
Three Goblin Art

izzy's playlists!
Jules of Nature

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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©Philomena Famulok
2019/21
kismet by Katariina Salomaa
Borzoi
kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it
thinking of halsey's writing the poem "date with an arsonist"
can you curry anything else or is it just favor
Moon blanket by Walshlandic
won't beef with people younger than me because that's embarrassing for me. won't beef with people older than me because that's embarrassing for them. won't beef with people my age because i know we both have better shit to be doing. peace and lovr on planet earth
im just not attracted to anyone or anything ever. until i am.
they should make a job application process that doesn't feel like a deep and fundamental rejection of your humanity or right to dignity and respect
Hans Baumgartner. View from the castle of Meersburg in winter, 1950.
Lomochrome color ‘92 Sun-kissed
Sans titre - Allemagne - 2025
photographie argentique - Kodak gold 200
Hélène Thiennot
I WILL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL LIFE. Anna Haifisch "The Life I've Always Longed For" / Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea” / Sung Hwa Kim (@_sunghwa_) It's not just a city, it’s the record of the passion and dreams of our youth. 2023 / Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors / Nhat Hanh / Forugh Farrokhzad, The House Is Black, 1962 / Tribute to Anna Haifisch
There is a standard media depiction of a "healed" person. Someone who has Gone To Therapy. I've noticed this in a few works recently. We often see them at the end of a story, maybe in a "ten years later" epilogue. They speak in a soft, serene voice. They have Accepted what they cannot change. They have let go of a lot, including most of what we see them actually care about in the story itself. They are Happy, At Peace, in some non-descript way. They bare little resemble to the person we were actually shown. They bare little resemblance to any person. We were shown, as we usually are in stories, an agent, a desirer, someone becoming. Now they have Become. And they look back on all that silly becoming as something childish that they have moved past. Fire, you know, fire is for children who don't know any better. To be Healed is to have your fire rightly extinguished; to not even miss it.
"DSM-5 seems to have no definition of happiness other than the absence of suffering. The normal individual in this book is tranquilized and bovine-eyed, mutely accepting everything in a sometimes painful world without ever feeling much in the way of anything about it." — Sam Kriss's review of the DSM-5 as a piece of surrealist literature