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Suchitra Bhosle
Suchitra Bhosle: The Kept Woman
Amrita Sher-Gil - Self Portrait With Long Hair 2 (1934)
Sahana Ramakrishnan (Indian, 1993) - The Closing (2023)
This was parked in front of the club
“Perfume” (2021) ⟲ Amy Beager ◆ Green and pink, two become one
u can just do whatever at any age all of the time nobody cares except teenagers
teenager will be like ur 40 with a hobby ? 💀 that’s sad <- nobody else thinks this way though they are just going through some stuff
Hans Baluschek (1870-1935)
"City railway station" (1904)
Oil on canvas
year of the horse
file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever
Whenever an ugly feeling arises in me, maybe resent, greed, insecurity, etc. I just have to laugh and think to myself, this is what being alive is and I don’t deny my capacity for ugliness, in fact I store my faith in it because that same awareness of my own ugliness is the place I go to when I am aware of my own beauty. I have all the time in the world to sort it out, that’s the thing with self trust. I don’t hide from others and I don’t hide from myself, where there is ugliness I observe it and I don’t turn away.
People who deny their own ugliness, turn away from it, find shame in it and then pretend that they aren’t ashamed are the ones with the deepest capacity for cruelty. Time to see yourself clearly and move forward anyways.
A solitary sprinter dashes along surf-scalloped St. Vincent, one of the least visited islands of the Windward islands in the Caribbean
National Geographic | December 1965
We are surrounded by liquid that contains the dawn of time, older than the very sun that shines down upon us. How are you even asking me what I do for a side hustle right now. Look at the sea bitch. Look at our matriarch.