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@scuba-gragas
their asses are NOT humans
halloween is comingggg
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the end of summer
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"but there is something that happens when you are told you are too much. you begin to ask everyone, "how small would you like me?""
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How I explain Executive Dysfunction with "Buttons" or: why I'm not just lazy, I'm fighting myself. 3 Comic series, part 1 of 3. Next part on Thursday :)
Svetlana Tartakovska (1979), Young Writer, Undated, Oil on masonite.
Link: http://www.artist-view.nl/
I’m kind of obsessed with this painting and others by the same artist of Black girls. it is one of the few representations of Black women in “traditional art,” for lack of a better term that shows the subject as soft, delicate and vulnerable, which are qualities ascribed to us so rarely it’s notable when it happens. It’s painted by a Ukrainian woman. I don’t have time to unpick all the complexities there, but there’s enough fraughtness between Black women and Eastern Europeans that the source of this painting is equally as surprising to me as the tenderness of subject.
this is killing me. the textile details. the light. the harmony. it’s drowning me, i’m dying. i love it so very much.
I love to see us depicted as delicate and adored, even tho I myself am an old tomboy. Black women deserve.
our worst moments don't make us monsters.
I drew this stupid burger I saw that brings me comfort and joy
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Hey man, people can find joy in whatever they want! Thats what makes this world beautiful!
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In the back of my mind, it's always there.
Cicada is a metaphor for transformation, rebirth and immortality.