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Cosimo Galluzzi
we're not kids anymore.
cherry valley forever
i don't do bad sauce passes

JBB: An Artblog!
ojovivo
Jules of Nature

blake kathryn
Not today Justin
Stranger Things
occasionally subtle

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if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
dirt enthusiast
RMH

Janaina Medeiros

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shark vs the universe

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@stfusamuelle
silver cupid locket from the 1600s with the inscription "no heart more true than mine to you"
My frens wedding veil… “In this life and the after”
Iman with Donatella Versace at the Met Gala (1997)
Eleonora Abbagnato, Former Étoile at the Paris Opera Ballet, retired in 2021.
how it feels when everyone is online at the same time
When I began trying to imagine speaking from even more radically nonhuman points of view, such as an MRI, or the ocean floor, I realized it was becoming, for me, an increasingly urgent practice—in both an ecological and a theological sense. An instruction.
Obviously, it is an illusion. I cannot speak from the point of view of the ocean, the seafloor. But it is a profoundly operative illusion. The attempt changes one. Radically. It changes one’s size, one’s sense of one’s centrality as the speaker; it compels a kind of radical imagination of otherness. You try to feel your own unlikeness. It’s instructive as a poetic and spiritual action, and it also carried over, for me, into my political sense of my “being”—not just my philosophical sense of my “being at all.” Who is this speaking? That became a question I asked in many ways in multiple books. It felt—it feels—important not to know the answer to that question. It also feels destabilizing in a very fruitful way to keep putting oneself in a situation where one is required to ask it.
Jorie Graham
A woman must stay alone for a long while until the hate men have for women has left her, and even longer until the jealousy women have for other women has left her, and longer still until the anger her children have for her has left her—until she is no longer a woman altered by the resentment of men, women, and children, no longer what others have forced her to be, but empty as a skull or a shell, filled only by whatever she pleases, forest air perhaps.
— Kiran Desai, The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny
god damn this is a QUILT ('late day shadows' by nancy messier)
ROMAN HOLIDAY 1953 — dir. William Wyler
It’s time to get clear about who you are. It’s time to get clear about what you want. It’s time to get clear about what you need. It’s time to get clear about what you value. It’s time to get clear about what you deserve.
May is gonna be even better.
can we send up a quick thank you to pdf uploaders, torrent seeders, copy sharers, scanlators, fansubbers, digitizers, paywall dodgers, and various other internet archivers for making niche art and information more accessible in a media landscape where all but the most profitable mainstream are often tossed aside and left to rot
Tom Pfeiffer (German, b.1970)
Volcanic Smoke Ring - photography