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Kaledo Art
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Product Placement

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Show & Tell
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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maybe i’ll move blogs
【街角スナップ】
恵比寿〜五反田
Which wip are you?
Hello travelers of the internet, as usual I am months behind the hype train, but here’s a QUIZ to figure out which of my wips you are? Wasn’t sure what to put in the descriptions of each so I just dumped a summary there I’m kinda sorry but also not… Tell me which one you are in the comments tags maybe?
https://uquiz.com/Fot3tV
oh and @rhikasa look here it is
Books by Black authors that you may not have heard of
Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi. The story of a Nigerian nb person who moves to the US. Also an nb author.
Lakewood by Megan Giddings. Science fiction about race and biological experimentation.
Girl, Woman, Other, by Bernadine Evaristo. This has been all over the place in the UK, but not so much in the US. Each section tells the story of a different Black woman living in London.
Washington Black by Esi Edugyan. A man who is enslaved works with his master to create a flying machine.
The Confessions of Frannie Langton by Sara Collins. Historical fiction about a slave who ends up working for a woman in London, who then becomes her lover, who then is the victim of a murder for which Frannie is accused.
In Our Mad and Furious City, by Guy Gunaratne. Inner city London kids deal with anti-immigrant and racist rhetoric.
The Fishermen by Chigozie Obioma. This family drama set in Nigeria made me cry.
Delicious Foods by James Hannaham. A boy searches for his drug-addict mother, only to find himself trapped in indentured servitude (aka modern slavery).
Recyclopedia: Trimmings / S*PeRM**K*T / Muse and Drudge by Harryette Mullens. Poetry.
Corregidora by Gayl Jones. Harlem Renaissance angst.
Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys. A retelling of Jane Eyre, from Bertha Mason’s perspective.
Homie and Don’t Call Us Dead by Danez Smith. Poetry about queerness and blackness and friendship. (They are well-known but I wanted to include more poetry.)
So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo. One of my favorite nonfiction books about racism and as the title suggests, how to talk about it while being uncomfortable, brave, and without harming others.
The Confessions of Frannie Langton is on my TBR and I loved Wide Sargasso Sea a lot. Rest of these are new to me, thank you for bringing them to my attention!
Kiyoshi Niiyama Shinayama Matsuyama Era
video playlist for @rukamizumi ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
strawberry short cake / milk tea cake / cafe vlog / sandwich packing / dessert cafe vlog
hatano [drinks strawberry milk angrily]
THE MOON SIEVER // A WIP BY ARI
an excerpt from chapter 1, featuring a tense conversation, a rain-slick city, and an irresistible bribe.
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記憶の中に
月ありけり。(写ってない
(31/05) it was 1am…i spent too much money buying a cassette release. it was a good feeling. i want to read about photography theory. they say the more detached an artform is from reality, the harder it is to judge it. i wanted to call this detachment the “abstract”, since it implies a confrontation. i think about that a lot lately. the realm of the work against the world…the light is clear, hazy, blue, the light that encompasses existence and death. i don’t want to write about anything else. i want to worship it.
(02/06) i thought that it’s just like breathing. since i’m doing this not out of leisure, but sustainment…the will to sustain is everywhere, even in places thought to exist above it. having distanced itself, i think this (a voluntary reflex) is a form of sustainment more desperate and cardinal than autonomic urges. it’s not a matter of skill or enjoyment. writing is a matter of breathing. in and out, a continuous sustainment of the mind (there are other methods, but i’m stuck in this…)
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here is a carrd for BLM and
here is a carrd for the crisis happening right now in Yemen
TEMPERATURE CHECK no.47
13/06/2020 9:53PM / Lately, I spend a lot of my time thinking about teeth and skeleton structures, or that I was born to remain in the shadows. I don’t know how to reconcile my need to belong as well as that to be truthful/alone. That has always been a struggle. More often than not, whatever we are told about our selves will eventually become a truth or, at the very least, a truth internal to us (in different words: an integral part of the inner dialogue we have with our selves). It is quite parasitic, no? Purity/intensity (of soul, of thought, of self even) can only be achieved in solitude. Everything and everyone around it muddles it terribly (which can lead to another type of breakthrough; I am not saying it’s not good). On a similar note: there is a particular kind of tenderness when it comes to making mistakes. Last night I dreamt of my old friend whom I lost a few years ago. He seemed overwhelmed with human suffering - not his own, no, but the general, universal human suffering. We were in some other country, stacking books, which meant something profound then. There is an extraordinary value to every memory you (subconsciously) choose to keep, it would seem. I have made it my life mission to crack it open.