not everything needs to be so heavy

Janaina Medeiros
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Jules of Nature
Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@thebelleofhell
not everything needs to be so heavy
I did not know Michael Jackson had such a horny community 
Laura Aguilar is a Los Angeles-based photographer whose work mines the intersection between feminism, body image, queer politics, and latinx identity. Her earliest works depicted latina lesbians in intimate portraits, calling to mind the frankness of Catherine Opie, while her best known series features self-portraits of Aguilar posed nude in the California desert landscape. These photographs are instantly striking, finding in the artist’s body formal elements that echo the landscape itself, as in its doubling here with the giant rock that eludes the frame. Aguilar also forces our gaze onto a body that does not conform to stereotypical images of latinx or feminine identity—a body type that is not so much othered as invisible, despite its ubiquity. The artist originally began to produce these photos as a means of grappling with her own issues with weight and self-acceptance, but quickly came to see them as something more. They offer a profound, ambivalent vision of woman and nature. We see Aguilar dissolve into the landscape in search of anonymity, at the same time that she reclaims the pride and beauty in her body far removed from the society that rejects it.
Laura Aguilar, Grounded #111, 1992
does anyone like me and want to understand me
11:11, it’s all raveling
I thought Paul McCartney died? 
Me “*being a raging bitch*
*turns on ac*
Me:
STFU
Is it the full moon or my raging hormones or is literally everything and everyone and everybody and every sound and every sight and every touch and every sensation and every feeling and every emotion and every color and every change in temperature and every wind and every car and every breath literally so fucking irritating or is it just me 
I love when a bitch shut the fucks up when I want them to shuts the fucks up . Sorry if that is mean I’m a nice girl I swear
I keep receiving signs and synchronicities that the literal devil from the literal  bible is my soulmate . 10 likes and I will text him
My goals in life? I don’t play sport 
only—and I mean ONLY That sexy ass man would ever have me considering moving to Toronto 
Should I move to California and become an LA piece of shit or a San Francisco 10? 
Screenplays are first written inside the mind (Im procrastinating )
I am sick of having a body. All materials irritate me. Hey Siri, how do I access an immaterial existence just for the time being until my nervous system can calm down Thank you .
sitting in the back of this car and my boobs are jiggling as i type on my phone. people pay for this and i just have it