taking it all very personally

Peter, he/him insta | twitter | bsky

[wherepetalsbecomeprayer]

[inber]

sad they give tissue boxes plastic labia folds but no clitoris

[screenshotsofdespair]

[road0flife]

[ikana-graveyard]

いちご電車 • 6.22.2024

[littlemut]

oh for sure

[xosiren]

Janet Jackson ~ Twenty Foreplay (1995)

[smsomah]

Fatima Ali Abu Qahhas. Scanned from the book Tableaux d'Arabie by Thierry Mauger.

She was a renowned Saudi visual artist from the Asir Province, celebrated for her mastery of Nagash painting; the traditional fresco-style wall art in Asiri homes.

Traditionally, women in Asir created wall-painting pigments from natural sources; gypsum for white, indigo for blue, hematite-rich mud or pomegranates for red, alfalfa and cloves for green, and soot with alfalfa juice for black. Gathering pigments was dangerous, sometimes fatal. Brushes were handmade from goat hair and rak roots, and designs began with charcoal outlines. Over time, imported powders and manufactured paints replaced traditional methods.

[smsomah]

Munebbih region, Yemen. Scanned from the book Hommes-fleurs d'Arabie by Thierry Mauger.

[gregdotorg]

L: Marcel Duchamp, Fresh Widow, 1964, via Levy Gorvy R: The Window, removed from the Texas School Book Depository in early 1964, via Heritage Auctions

Speaking of Fresh Widows [greg.org]

[questcequecestqueca]

Man Ray

[lamignonette]

[beingharsh]

you can't kill yourself girl i already bought us tickets to do everything ever

[beingharsh]

oh no i accidentally bought us tickets to the jenny holzer roller coaster experience😦

[lehooes]

source

[mostlyapipedream]

[ewaneneollav]

other people can convert me into different versions of myself whose qualities are determined by the presence of that specific person. insofar as people can naturally convert other people into specific specialized versions of themselves in this way, one is in fact helpless about what version of themselves they are, & entitled to self pity about it, because you can’t just magically meet whoever you want to meet, & thus cannot strictly be who you want to be. it’s not about the “salvation” they would bring you, it’s about a legitimate mechanism of self-creation that you have no control over. there are entire mes in me who i can’t remember even exist if they are not resupplied by people with the completely utterly inscrutable ability to resupply them. & i have no preemptive understanding of what sort of person would resupply whom in me, nor do i even know who i am trying to resupply, because none of these mes even have names, in addition to being prone to becoming invisible to me

[parkchanwoohoo]

The world could be so beautiful