
JBB: An Artblog!
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Sade Olutola
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Théo Van Rintel
˚ ⋅⋆˚🖥️˖°. ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!!
hey! *rotoscopes your fool*
Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]
on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)
There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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firsts & lasts
Hot Summer Nights (2017) dir. Elijah Bynum dop Javier Julia
Carol is a crazy motherfucker, but that aesthetic? The sweet tooth, the jawbreaker, the golden rimmed glasses almost too big for her face, the cigarette? ICONIC
Te valió madre.
Nunca te importé, te valí madre. Tenías una amiga incondicional, te valió madre. Algo estaba floreciendo entre los dos y te valió madre. Justo cuando nuestra amistad iba de caída, te valió madre. ¿Qué es lo que valoras en la vida? Yo se que te duele, te consume, pero te vales madre. Si no buscas amistad, amor o una realización egoísta, ¿qué quieres?. Pero de nuevo, se que te vale madre saberlo.
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Existen tantas palabras en el mundo, pero al igual que las personas cada palabra es diferente, cada palabra tiene personalidad propia y las tuyas, son protagónicas en mi vida.
¿Te ignoro o te espero?
Samia
Me gustaría saber si alguien escucha mi voz❤
Samia
Me enamoré de ti sin esperarlo, traté de negarlo, te evitaba pero ganaste. No se cómo, no estabas en mis planes, pero ahora los días sin ti me resultan insoportables. Tienes un brillo en los ojos muy especial, me llena de calor y calma mis miedos, cuando los veo podría seguirte hasta el fin del mundo. Tu risa es la melodía más bonita y no puedo omitir hablar de tus manos, las cuales tienen el poder de erizarme la piel al simple roce, pero no como tus labios. Tus labios. Tus labios. Tus labios. Por favor, cae conmigo.