The Reservoir - Matt Bollinger , 2014.
American, b. 1980 -
Acrylic, flashe, and collage on unstretched canvas , 100 ½ x 141 in.

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The Reservoir - Matt Bollinger , 2014.
American, b. 1980 -
Acrylic, flashe, and collage on unstretched canvas , 100 ½ x 141 in.
“When the language was imperfect or nonexistent, people still spoke, still looked for others like them. Connecting in new ways, loving in infinite ways, all as beautiful as the next. All because someone reached out and explained themselves, and someone else understood.”
— Harper-Hugo Darling (via makingqueerhistory)
Yoshitomo Nara: My 13th Sad Day (2002)
Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score
‘The hug is a petal that envelopes history’
2023
Zhang Yidan (Instagram)
So much time has gone by, I didn’t know how much I would change
“Well, of course I’ve tried lavender. And pulling my memory out, ribbonlike and dripping. And shrieking into my pillow. And writing the poems. And making more friends. And baking warm brown cookies. And therapy. And intimacy. And pictures of rainbows. And all of the movies about lovers and the terrible things they do to each other. And watching the ones in other languages. And leaving the subtitles off. And listening to the language. And forgetting my name. And feeling the dirt on my skin. And screaming in the shower. And changing my shampoo. And living alone. And cutting my hair. And buying a turtle. And petting the cat. And traveling. And writing more poems. And touching a different body. And digging a grave. And digging a grave. Of course, I’ve tried it. Of course I have.”
— september is a weary month, yasmin belkhyr (via wildflowerveins)
Francesco Vecchione - Dance Company Theater Osnabrück - photo by Varvara Kandaurova
Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
Rebecca Cairns
WINTER GHOSTS by Sean Fitzgerald.
how the absence of someone else feels like the absence of myself
“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via quotespile)
Édouard Bisson French, 1856-1939
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
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