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Keith Haring
felt pen on leaf

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Untitled
Keith Haring
felt pen on leaf
speeches for dr. frankenstein, margaret atwood
circe/mud poems, margaret atwood
on love arriving unannounced
lovely lil piece from a few days ago
johnelliotknits
— Adonis, translated by Khaled Mattawa
any room can be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second
Hand details (comparatives) Henry Cabot Lodge, John Singer Sargent | Zwei Hände Mit Stock, Wilhelm Leibl
i shouldnt have to deal with things <3,,,,
LIES ABOUT SEA CREATURES from ‘Bright Dead Things’ by Ada Limón
Dancing mice. Illustration by Gerhard Heilmann in Dekorative Vorbilder - v.12 - 1900-1901 - via Hathi Trust
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
Gerda Wegener (Danish, 1885-1940)
Venus et servante dans un palais exotique