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near life experience

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spin🌪 just won the Whirl Cup

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“September” by Jennifer Michael Hecht

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Age regressing to 22

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Caught one of my favorite wet beasts. The long nose gar.

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Duncan Grant - Paul Roche Reclining (ca. 1945)

Above the door to the studio corridor hangs this portrait of the poet, Paul Roche, reclining in green satin pants. He was an especially close friend of the artist, Duncan Grant, and was an important part of his life. Grant painted this portrait of him around 1945, shortly after they’d met by chance at Piccadilly Circus in London. “As we plunged across the Circus, more or less together, he darted me a look in which I thought I saw something tenderly curious and questioning.” – Paul Roche Roche had mostly female lovers in his lifetime, but he became Grant’s model, muse, friend and lover – they even lived together for a time. Grant painted him over and over, and some of his sketches and paintings of Roche are explicitly erotic. After getting married, Roche settled in America, but he returned to visit Grant at Charleston after he heard of Vanessa Bell’s death in 1961. Roche and his wife, Clarissa Tanner, moved back to the UK to take care of Grant who was increasingly frail. The bond between these two men dominated the later part of Grant’s life and he spent his final months at Roche’s home, where he died in 1978. (source)

autofuneral

i come here from my home country of teusday, which is very very far indeed, and my old bones are tired. could i stay at your wednesday for the next 24 hours if you would be so kind?

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Reliquary. ca. 1200–1220. Credit line: Bequest of Benjamin Altman, 1913 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/463680

glubby

i would like a hug…. JUST KIDDING! i would like TWO hugs. (suddenly becomes cold and standoffish) i don’t need anything or anyone and i don’t want to talk about it.

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Jia Sung Harpy 2018

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when i was a young woman on tumvlr ten years ago everybody liked american football, tigers jaw, ajj, and teen suicide. and we all had a little tin plate with a candle on it, and we needed to be careful not to let the candle go out because we needed it to read the posts. one time a mutual told me they were scared of their candle going out while their phone was charging at night. the dashboard didn't have the overhead fluorescent lights yet. and we had fan mail, and we liked that comic where the girl is a possum. and the stock market crash hadn't happened yet. i made a lot of money selling my tunblr stocks and i bought a boat. i would take the boat out to sea and lie down on the deck and go on tumbr and answer fan mail, but i had to use the candle to read the fan mail, because we didn't have lights yet. it was very dark back then, and one time i fell into the gap between two posts and twisted my ankle. and some people liked elvis depressedly, also, but i can't say that i was one of them.