Lucio Fontana
Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
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Jules of Nature
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
taylor price
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Origami Around
hello vonnie
Misplaced Lens Cap
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One Nice Bug Per Day

Kaledo Art

oozey mess

pixel skylines

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@vitrina
Lucio Fontana
The last of the classically trained tumblrinas
Aboriginal Dot Art
What Did Jack Do? (David Lynch, 2017)
RIP David Lynch (1946-2025)
âWomen are taught to undermine themselves. Women have and will always be harshly criticised and overly judged. Women are taught to compete with other women. I choose my path to freedom by breaking out of this cycle. To this day, itâs hard to play the game as a woman. We are undermined and we have to fight for each and every tiny step. I realise that the more our external presence does not fit the misogynistic society, the more we risk drowning because of the exhaustion from swimming against the big machine current.â
â Sevdaliza
Manolo Blahnik Carolyne 90mm Velvet Slingback
Sophokles, from Elektra; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia
Text ID: Do I not live? Badly, I know, but I live.
Sketches for Apollo and the Muses by John Singer Sargent
American, 1917-1921
charcoal on paper
MFA Boston x xÂ
Romanin Jewelry
Itâs summer now, and youâre craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. Itâs summer now, and youâre looking forward to worrying less. Youâre looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. Youâre looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. Youâre looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. Youâre looking forward to the safety in pleasure. Youâre looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. Youâre looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. Youâre looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. Youâre looking forward.
Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water (via soracities)
17th century gold ring / engraved with a hare, a hound, a deer, a fly, and plants / inscribed on the inside âLOYALTE NE PEURâ (loyalty not fear)
Kythira Island, GreeceÂ
Meditation On The Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology Of Poetry, âDidoâs Lamentâ by Rosario Castellanos
I think about my ancestors all the time. They were people, people who fell in love, people who had pets, people who had a favorite book, people who were passionate about a specific topic, people who went through their own tragedy and suffering. Every single one of them was a person with their own unique life experiences.
And sometimes I think of the really old ones- the ones who spoke languages that are no longer spoken, who lived alongside wildlife that no longer exist, who belonged to cultures that are only known through remnants of pottery. I think of the people who saw the world when it was wilder and more beautiful.
âCihuacuacualtzinâ Mujer hermosa #nĂĄhuatl
Hoy, 5 de septiembre, se conmemora en DĂa Internacional de la Mujer IndĂgena đš