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just some spaces and places

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Word on the street, Mobstr

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It’s time, Henni Alftan

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Bookstore  (Reading Women)   -   Willy  Belinfante

Dutch, 1922-2014

Oil on canvas, 30 x 40 cm.

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just remembered i wasnt on tumblr when i made this for a powerpoint party

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Rory studying

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“Venus with a Cat,” and, “the Water Nymph.” In both,  the nymph and Venus were represented by beautiful older woman, who was 50 at the time I drew her, to explore and reveal the beauty of older women, and the idea that Venus, the essence of love and beauty, can be represented by an older woman. In the “Venus” drawing, I also gave her a mastectomy, in order to explore the beauty of cancer survivors, and to express the loveless of their bodies as well. Two drawings in classical Rococo style, but using models who would not have been used in that era.

Venus with a Cat, available as a print  

Water Nymph, available as a print 

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Naudline Pierre

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ONWARD - (1) Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road” {1856} // (2) // (3) // (4) “Bright Dead Things”, Ada Limón {2015 } // (5) Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry // (6) // (7) R. Todd, 1925

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October by Mary Oliver

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I believe in God sometimes, but I believe in God the most when I imagine a God who has my mother’s laugh. I believe in a God who doesn’t want to get out of bed some mornings. A God who holds the old leather jackets of her dead friends and sits in a pile of old records on the floor of whatever heaven looks like. I believe in a God who comes home after a long night of being less than holy and sprawls out in a bed wearing the same clothes he went out in, and I believe in a God who is jarred awake by the floor rumbling with the weight of people praising his name. A wall of many hands clapping because of what his presence moved them to do.

Hanif Abdurraqib, ‘Claws in Your Back’ - Julien Baker / The Deep Consolation of a Song About What It Would Feel Like to Die (via frances-janvier)

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The lake’s edge.

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Artwork by Ars.Moriendee for Into the Wild (2018) by Voodus

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L'ala nera o Il tocco dell'angelo by Roberto Ferri

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“She knew herself, how she had slowly over, over the years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless (via perkamentus)