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•anna since 2003🧙🏻‍♂️🔮 •art historian •whorish •🇺🇦 •what can i say? i'm a lot. i'm not perfect

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Земля

Часом нападе на мене такий меланхолійний, первісний потяг до землі. Долоні, чорні від чорнозему, заглиблюються в нетрі сирої, холодної, вогкої землі. Вона мурзає мені руки на чорно. Я скидаю черевики і ступаю в неї босоніж, чую її бруд між пальцями. Роблю в ній рядок, вона парує від весняного тепла, торішнє насіння сію між борознами. Загортаю грядки пальцями, стаю над ними на коліна. А все, що бачу, ген за обрій - чорна земля. Найкраще, найвагоміше, найбільш ствердне, що можу робити з собою - сіяти, бруднити нею обличчя і руки, кохатись в ній, любити землю, плекати її, нею жити, в ній бути похованою. Стати нею. В ній прорости, влітку бути сполотою, викорчуваною на осінь, лежати в холодному льоху зиму. І знов проростати з неї. В ній жити, лицятися в ній. І нею бути.

Земля

Часом нападе на мене такий меланхолійний, первісний потяг до землі.

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go read something I wrote for my favorite ex, but can't show them anymore

so I will show it to y’all

Before Though

or how I learned I knew nothing about art: a love letter

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Any day now im gonna be so back

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Born to be a simp and a hopeless lover girl, but somewhere along the way I became a villainous, avoidant, manipulative man-eater whore instead, and honestly, that one's on me

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Insomnia so bad that I have to watch this banger every night before bed

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Me core

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I'm literally having every breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

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I've been sorting my drafts so here I present the collection of the most stupid ones

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Nil Khasevych, a woodcut from the catalog of the Ukrainian Art Circle "Spokiy" (lit. "Calm"), 1930-1934

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Christmas is just around the corner so in the next few days I'll try posting some holiday stuff to get us into the festive mood

Christmas cards painted by Vasyl Krychevsky, 1947

The inscription on the back of this one reads: "Oh, my homeland, you know not how I long for you!"

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I am so disappointed in Spotify Wrapped this year. What the actual fuck was that? Late AND lazy. This should have been a year of new glorious interactive exclusive peak graphic design font 😩😩😩

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This and yap.

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A lot of older Ukrainians deal with their trauma by not talking about it, that's the way it was in my family, many people say the same thing about their relatives, how they rarely talked about their own experience of Holodomor, war and soviet union. And I used to think how on Earth were they able to contain all that trauma inside, but now I get it. It's important to talk about it, but what would I be able to say to my grandkids in the future? How can I put into words how scared and angry and exhausted I am? How terrifying it is to be this close to death every day? How much pain and memories of people and places that don't exist anymore you carry? How scared and hurt you're not only for your loved ones, but also complete strangers? No words can explain the extreme emotions we feel every day. You don't get it until it happens to you.

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Highlights of the "Connection" exhibition by ingenious Liza Obukhovska at Kirisenko Art Gallery in Kyiv

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I recently had the chance to hold a genuine 2-million-year-old stone tool made by Homo erectus in my prehistoric archaeology class. That`s some religious experience indeed.

That one post by @/gallusrostromegalus is so real

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Gorgeous new painting of Ukrainian poet and artist Taras Shevchenko by Petro Bevza

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Polyptych The Sea in Dzintari, Tiberiy Szilvashi, 1976, oil on canvas