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Untitled, Martinsville, Indiana (Deer Heads Inside Foggy Window), Photo by Phil Bergerson, 2006
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Details, part II; Claude Paradin: Devises Héroïques, 1551.
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guy who says grace before he does cocaine in a bathroom
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from an issue of Playboy from 1972
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A Girl’s Best Friend by Margot Quan Knight, 2002
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um no offense but whom'st’ve going to loveth me
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the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
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✧* Vintage Flower Fairies by Cicely Mary Barker ✧*
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Rhiannon McGavin, from “Parc Monceau, September,” in Grocery List Poems [ID in ALT]
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Vincent Giarrano on Instagram
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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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Adolf Fassbender :: Woman [smoking] in an evening dress. Original photogravure by Adolf Fassbender from his book Pictorial Artistry: The Dramatization of the Beautiful 1937. | src and more info 1st Dibs
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