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Photography by Laurence Jaugey-Paget in “Making Out, The Book of Lesbian Sex and Sexuality”
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Indian architecture inspired by Ettore Sottsass
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Hirō Isono - Into the Depths of the sacred Forest
my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
“It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.”
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Still Life with Blue Rug, 2014, gesso, gouache, ink, and colored pencil on paper, 34 x 32 inches (86.4 x 81.3 cm)
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Clair De Lune by Claude Debussy except you’re exploring a supposedly haunted cave at night, and it seems to just start playing somewhere in the depths. As you head toward the source of the music and as it gets louder, you begin to hear whispers.
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