apricottah
apricottah
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there are stars, there is no wind
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hansabibliothek, berlin
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jane crowther
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Melle Johannes Oldeboerrigter (1908-1976) — Landscape and Interior (Pighorse) [oils on linen, 1959]
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apricottah · 1 month ago
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we used to turn the tv on and just watch whatever was on there
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apricottah · 1 month ago
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Jessica Hayllar - "Fresh from the greenhouse" (1885)
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apricottah · 1 month ago
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Walt Whitman, from "Song of Myself" in Leaves of Grass
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Edmund Blair Leighton - "The Shadow"
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apricottah · 4 months ago
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letters from my childhood friends during our summers apart
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apricottah · 4 months ago
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金陵女子大学 Jinling Women’s College’s dance on May 29, 1948 in Nanjing. Also known as Ginling College, it was started in 1915 and was the first institution in China to grant bachelor’s degrees to female students.
Sources: Fotoe- 1, 2, 新浪图片, www.image-china.com.cn
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apricottah · 4 months ago
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they can hear you. as their dusty hands reach out to feel your skin; that that is alive and full of blood flowing, solid mass they cannot possess. they are reaching with shadowy fingers that pass right over the hairs on your forearm as you lean to grab an orange in the fruit aisle. you are so believably solid, and you are unbelievably important. you impress upon the visions of those so long gone yet you cannot even remember their faces, the voices that once healed your ancestors have faded in your mind but you have not left their desire. underneath the layer of light we can observe, the shadow people caress our skin, the shells which we embellish until we die. so precious, so fragile, so mortal. who is the wind? what are the stars? well, that is easy. they are us. we do not recognise the power in our steadfastness.
when you reach for the orange in the fruit aisle you will feel nothing of their desperate touch. there is nothing for you to feel. power melts away from flesh quicker than ice on a hot stove. the fire that grows will burn on, but not with us, not with us who misunderstood. the earth will grow again but not with us, hopefully next time they will not misunderstand. the dust will settle, and she will grow again, this time with mass. she will be able to touch you then, and you will feel it.
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apricottah · 5 months ago
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Audition (1999) dir. by Takashi Milke
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apricottah · 5 months ago
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@90.8ch
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apricottah · 5 months ago
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by Marcel Roux /detail/
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apricottah · 5 months ago
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Hong Kong
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