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we're not kids anymore.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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We pledged to send a photograph Of every frame, of every laugh We meant to have
cool image my classmate took of me while we were out doing fieldwork in a castle cellar last week
proposing a new historical framework called “the very long nineteenth century: we’re still in it”
by kenneth koch
Detail of The Life of Saint Dymphna (1505) by Goswin van der Weyden
Bronze Age Petroglyphs in Trialeti, Georgia. Found on rock massifs in the gorge of the Avdari River near the town of Tsalka.
“Like any good ecologist, I regard death as changing into other kinds of life. Death is, among other things, also a wild celebration of renewal, with our substance hosting the party. In the wild, animals lie where they die, thus placing them into the scavenger loop. The upshot is that the highly concentrated animal nutrients get spread over the land, by the exodus of flies, beetles, etc. Burial, on the other hand, seals you in a hole. To deprive the natural world of human nutrient, given a population of 6.5 billion, is to starve the Earth, which is the consequence of casket burial, an internment.”
— Bernd Heinrich - Life Everlasting: The Animal Way of Death
dont care + didnt ask + you know nothing of Javert + I was born inside a jail + I was born with scum like you + I am from the gutter too
oh my god can they stop updating the dash please
William S. Burroughs at the Met by Allen Ginsberg, c. 1953
at the met off a 20 bag like allen take my photo
Fragment of cotton, katazome dyed, Japan, late 19th century
i really dont think white people need to be writing and sharing poems about how the war in iran is making them feel sad. the poems arent even good
pages of hilma af klint's sketchbook
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Gravity and Grace, Void and Compensation, Simone Weil.
behind the scenes of call me by your name (2017) dir. luca guadagnino
save me halloumi roll