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This is either the biggest coincidence or tumblr literally walked in my house and said “fuck sex workers” then kicked me in the face lmao.
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oppression isn’t generational and trying to frame politics as “the old people are wrong and the young people are right” erases the fact that there are old people who have been fighting the good fight for decades and the fact that there are young people who are literally nazis
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Plus while there might be less old people fighting the good fight it’s usually because they were killed or were part of the minorities that have poor living conditions that kill you early
As came up recently, in fact: Seniors Are More Conservative Because the Poor Don’t Survive to Become Seniors
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Off-White at Paris Fashion Week Fall 2018
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Coucher de soleil, près du Croisic (n.d.). Ferdinand du Puigaudeau 1864-1930. Oil on canvas
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Typewriter Series #2346 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Please pre-order my upcoming book, Miracle in the Mundane, bit.ly/MiracleInTheMundane !*
Source: chasersofthelight.com
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Evening Falls - Nikolay Dubovskoy
1916
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“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
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La femme damnée, Octave Tassaert
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get it bitch
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Paintings of oranges by Woodstock/New York based artist, Karen O'Neil
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“I am so busy. I am practicing my new hobby of watching me become someone else. There is so much violence in reconstruction. Every minute is grisly, but I have to participate. I am building what I cannot break.”
— Jennifer Willoughby, from “The Sun is Still a Part of Me” in Beautiful Zero (via pigmenting)
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“Wherever there is music, she is too, / in the soft blue of the sky, in Grecian verses, / in the mirror of water that flows from the fountain, / in the marble of time, in a sharpened sword, / in the serenity of an open terrace / that looks upon the gardens and the sunsets. / And behind all the myths and masks: her soul, which is always alone.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Susana Bombard,”
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“Once again among the cherry trees your unobtainable lips. Once again among green hammocks your ancient dreams.”
— Odysseus Elytis, excerpt from The Concert of Hyacinths
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“how unbearable you are, all sweet cheeked and honey steeped”
— postscript. y.
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