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Wet Veil, c. 1937
Photography: Erwin Blumenfeld
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“There are of course degrees to these things but I do think every family home is an emotionally violent place, full of suppressed rage, struck through with profound individual disappointments.”
— Zadie Smith, from “The Bathroom,” in Feel Free: Essays
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Andrew Kane
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Untitled (Expulsion) by Fred Tomaselli (2000)
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Mark Harrison, ca. 1980s
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“Go. Go as far away from here as you can, and don’t ever look back, okay? We’ll always be here for you. Always.”
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why do grooms get one boring black jacket and brides get the most jawdropping gowns ever like when i get married i want pearls and lace and a train is that too much to ask??
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sculptor worldwide “keepsake” bag
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im fucking losing it
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TOApril Day 13 – Curse of Eternal Youth
Untouched in all but his heart ✨ (drew this as an excuse to put him in different outfits ngl)
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I love how in tamil, no one really says bye. Instead, we say 'poitu varen', which means I'll go now and come back later. Even other variations of goodbye all have the same meaning in tamil, which I'll go but come back. It makes me quite happy.
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Refaat Alareer, If I must die, written in 2011, published online on November 1, 2023
If I must die, you must live to tell my story to sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings, (make it white with a long tail) so that a child, somewhere in Gaza while looking heaven in the eye awaiting his dad who left in a blaze— and bid no one farewell not even to his flesh not even to himself— sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above and thinks for a moment an angel is there bringing back love If I must die let it bring hope let it be a tale
(transcript by the American Friends Service Committee)
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Every time I think god I need therapy I ask myself what would i say to my therapist???
And I go over topics in my mind and what do I think a therapist would answer and then I’m just like shit that’s true
And it takes like 5 min max and it’s free so,
girl
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the ache of nostalgia
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please give me all your thoughts and tell me all about your process, i'd love to hear about all of it, and yes i am procrastinating agonizing trying to outline a potential story, why do you ask
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