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nemfrog · 2 months
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Modern home. Matico floor and wall tile for every installation. 1950.
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arc-hus · 2 months
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Guaianaz House, São Paulo, Brazil - Terra e Tuma
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toyastales · 5 months
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That is one way to keep an eye on your 🚗 car!
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collageofnudes · 14 days
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by Vladimir Nikolaev
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lionfloss · 2 years
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The Deck House
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electronicsquid · 6 months
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Reception at TexUs Chemical Company
(Walter Sanders. 1957?)
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A glass wall in the Master Bedroom superimposes reflections on a view of the platform-elevated Bath. The dark Louis Cane painting is apprehended directly, while a repeat painting by Viala is seen through a glass, brightly.
The Worlds of Architectural Digest - Country Homes, 1982
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upinteriors · 5 months
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Bathroom with adjoining enclosed garden. Red House by Extrastudio. Photo by Fernando Guerra | FG+SG.
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drawingwithlight · 1 year
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Michael Jordan by Herb Ritts
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moody-lake-house · 2 years
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Dear you,
Congratulations, you got me to turn my emotions back on. There was a crack in the glass that was waiting for that bit of pressure to shatter it. Your words broke that crack and shattered the glass. And it wasn't because your words weren't true, but they also were not entirely accurate. It was the truth in it that broke me. I was trying so hard to do my best for you.
The glass is now shattered. The light glistening on the shards litering the floor. I could feel my emotions pushing on the glass. Now without that barrier, I realised it was also holding back my depression and anxiety.
I have been flooded with sadness and anxiety attacks lasting hours. I miss the glass. I am looking at the pieces of it on the floor trying to remember how I built it to begin with.
I liked having no emotions.
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hamsters-in-cups · 2 years
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At first I was alert, but...
Peering over the rim is just too much effort...
Slowly sliding down the glass wall...
This is fine....
(photos by ar_ham_be on instagram; storyline commentary by me)
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bigjerkart · 9 months
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Toddler - Modern Kids a medium-sized, gender-neutral kids' room with a green floor and linoleum and white walls.
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matantamado · 2 years
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toyastales · 3 months
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Love the glass room dividers.
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soulvomit · 2 years
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among my current symptoms of The Thing (strange mental space i am dealing with) is being hit with random bursts of sad longing for... something, and I don't know what.
Only like somehow I woke up in my life and don't recognize it. I feel a glass wall around myself. With everyone close reassuring me that yes I am native to this planet and that the friendly locals like me. And like people like me because at some point I just started going along.
But I feel like they aren't feeling what I'm feeling, and don't understand. These people who love me are not inside my head, experiencing this.
It feels something like midlife crisis is said to feel like, "this is not my beautiful house... this is not my beautiful wife... how did I get here"
but I feel like I don't really connect to the people I know in the way that scratches the itch, and I don't even know how to find that, because it's a longing that's been there forever that very very few people even begin to come close to. And always crushed by the drama that results.
I have feelings i cannot describe, a kind of loneliness and melancholy I have no word for. And an interior frustration that the people I could talk to, aren't getting it, and feeling a wish I could at least talk to my parents but they are the last people who will ever understand.
I don't know how to explain that someone listening to me natter on for hours, isn't what scratches my itch... it's them actually adding to the conversation that does
I don't feel like anyone in my life irl is drift compatible or on my level
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esbentuman · 15 days
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Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church in Berlin
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