Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Kaledo Art
Claire Keane
almost home
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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todays bird

Discoholic 🪩

titsay

if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Andulka
ojovivo
taylor price
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@soulfulconnection
"Growing Around Grief"
Lois Tonkin, 1996
This is the most important thing I’ve learned about grieving. It never goes away. Time doesn’t make it smaller. Time, if you do the work, makes you bigger. Self expansion is key. Self expansion through creativity and passion and communication. My grief used to be all of me. Now it is a part of me. An important part, but just a part. I love this visualization so much.
Yamamoto Masao, Kawa Flow #1689, 2020, gelatin silver print
curioos-arts:
Rabab Elghamry (Egypte) - Curioos
My Name is Rachel Corrie, taken from the writings of Rachel Corrie, edited by Alan Rickman and Katharine Viner, with the permission of the Corrie family, in collaboration with the Royal Court Theatre International Department, Theatre Communications Group, New York, NY, 2006 (Rachel Corrie’s emails here)
An "other" is nothing more than a negative projection of the self, something outside of the inside. In order to understand the self, we must look within—collapse the internal into the external—in order to see beyond. In other words, dissolve the self into something bigger, something infinite and without thought. This is what we mean when we refer to the spectacle of the void. After all, to exist is to be both imprisoned in a limited comprehension of the universe and "privileged" with the burden of consciousness. To exist is to collapse the internal into the external, to come face to face with horror.
David Peak, The Spectacle of the Void
HELMUT LANG - NETWORK - 2019
Cotton, wax, resin, and tar on canvas 67 x 52 ¼ x 1 ½ inches
LEGE-CY TYPE BEAT / LO-Fi BEAT ''ALONE ''
I don’t like talking about how I feel anymore. i just act like I don’t have feelings.
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Sin in the Suburbs, Julia Soboleva
Fireflies, Mia Bergeron