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julia fox

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julia fox's artbook

ptsd (2016)

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Julia Fox for Rollacoaster, 2023

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i pray that every time you hear my name

you get that awful sinking feeling of shame

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No thoughts just Lady Gaga’s 2009 VMA performance of Paparazzi

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ANGUS CLOUD for InStyle Magazine photographed by Kendall Bessent

If you were required to spend a thousand dollars today, right now, what would you buy and why? I don't know. Maybe some ice cream for everybody.

#rest in peace angel

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Twilight (2008) Dir. Catherine Hardwicke

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listening to the same music i used to listen to when i was 14-15 is something else i’m still her i’m nothing like her anymore she knew everything she knew nothing she was so right she was so wrong

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i think i had outdone myself as a photographer when i did these portraits 🥹

#photography #st. louis

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some things i still remember

i guess i can pretend like we were nothing, but

remember when i was brushing my teeth

in your bathroom sink?

and you embraced me from behind

then kissed my cheek?

we looked so good together in that mirror.

i hope that couple still exist in some universe out there.

#poems on tumblr #poetry #bad poetry

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“in front of my mother and my sisters, i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. i act like it’s a sin– i pretend that love is for women on a dark path. but at night i dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb– i dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.”

—Salma Deera, “salt”

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happy International Women’s Day! ✨

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fka twigs, makeup by tildax_x_

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here is a little Twilight vintage pop art i made inspired by the prom scene 🖤

#twilight #pop art #vintage comic cover

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“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.””

— Jack Kerouac

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my favorite spring poem. can’t wait til april 🥺

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

-T.S. Eliot