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lupinlady · 4 days
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David Altrath
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lupinlady · 5 days
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I think of this twitter interaction at least 6 times a day. do you remember how we used to run?
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lupinlady · 1 month
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I love you ciabatta, I love you injera, I love you tortillas, I love you naan, I love you bagels, I love you pita, I love you fried dough, I love you scallion pancakes, I love you rice balls, I love you zucchini bread,  I love you cinnamon buns, I love you pumpernickel & rye & sourdough, I love you biscuits, I love you english muffins, I love you french toast, I love you papad, I love you noodles, I love you dough
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lupinlady · 1 month
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The Knight of the Flowers (1894)
— by Georges Rochegrosse
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lupinlady · 2 months
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Ah… I get it now
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lupinlady · 2 months
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David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson, 1997 - photographed by Mark Seliger for US Magazine.
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lupinlady · 2 months
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bruce springsteen by eric meola, 1975
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lupinlady · 2 months
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The coming through, Martyn Cross
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lupinlady · 3 months
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When I said: "You'll outlast me, you live more carefully." He said: "Write out what you want to." Ok, it's hard to say I knew him well, He was enigmatic to himself. Which of us was more aware? Which the elder? I was born November fifth. He on October 13th - a few weeks premature, you following me? He was born three weeks before me, my dear, But he was a premature baby. Were we both conceived at the same instant? February 5th 1941, the dead middle of winter, In the heart of World War Two Was I born at the right time? For 70 years his arm has been around my shoulder, He's dazzled me with gifts. I nurtured him in his youth. He brought me into prominence. I taught him to sing. He connected my voice to the world. I made him tall. All of our personal belongings are intertwined. We say it's exhausting to compete, But we shine for each other. It's still our favourite game. It goes on, this embrace, whether I speak for him or he for me: Love ruled our lives. It rules the mourners, And the winter of longevity.
Art Garfunkel's Poem performed at Paul Simon's 70th Birthday Party, 2011
Asked what Simon's reaction was, he admitted: "I don't know - he was at the other side of the room. I dared not look."
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lupinlady · 3 months
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Afternoon Tea (detail) - 1870 oil on canvas, 81.3 x 64.8 cm Émile Auguste Hublin
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lupinlady · 3 months
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oil paintings on wood by Angela Lane (1974-)
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lupinlady · 3 months
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You're just a mammal. Let yourself act like it. Your brain needs enrichment. Your body needs rest. You feel hunger and grow hair. You need to pack bond with other sentient things so you don't become unsocialized and neurotic. You are biologically inclined to seek dopamine and become sick when chronically stressed. "Hedonism" is made up to place moral value on taking pleasure in sensory experiences. I am telling you that if you don't let yourself be a fucking mammal, as you were made, you will suffer and go insane. No grindset no diets no trying to be above your drive for connection. Pursue what makes you feel good and practice radial rejection of the constructs meant to turn you into a machine. You're a mammal.
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lupinlady · 4 months
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I am safe; it’s only change.
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lupinlady · 4 months
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A candid shot of 56 year old Paul Newman outside of his home in Connecticut, photo by Eva Sereny, 1981. Newman’s T-shirt reads: “get really stoned, drink wet cement”.
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lupinlady · 4 months
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Vintage 1987 Archival Issey Miyake Two Piece Set
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Howl’s Moving Castle - Fan art by Julia Tveritina
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