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looks from marina eerrie’s “pixie hollow & purgatory” collection, paper dolls .

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L.D. Holan

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La Morphine (1905) Albert Matignon

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hey so if you go to galia lahav’s instagram page, their very first post (which is pinned) is a note about why they are zionists. i’ve posted galia lahav bridal gowns before, they’re a popular brand, so i just wanted to make others aware with a quick post . please don’t buy from them.

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regardless of a myriad of other AI discourse talking points i'm not touching with a 10 ft pole, i think it should always be disclosed when i'm looking at something AI generated. like that's a basic level of societal courtesy, right. AI images more than any new technology that has changed the course of humanity seem to be inseparable from a purposeful obfuscation of their origin. the gimmick is to deceive human perception, their entire purpose is to make you believe you are looking at something created by sentience. AI is at its core a tool for deception and i mean that as a neutral statement. it's a mimic, a pantomime. impersonation. and that is, ethics aside, annoying as all fuck

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"holy dress" from marina eerrie's "pixie hollow & purgatory" collection .

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the crushing ocean depths are unfathomable TO YOU. i live there though.

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“I entered Hypatia one morning, a magnolia garden was reflected in blue lagoons–”

— Italo Calvino, from Invisible Cities. Translated by William Weaver. (via pairedaeza)

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Dilara findikoglu autumn/winter 2024

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“You give me a rose whose breath is sweet, Whose petals are poison”

— Langston Hughes, from Nonette.

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íaspis pearl.jw

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“Washing the saucepans– the moon glows on her hands in the shallow river.”

— Kobayashi Issa, from The Essential Haiku: Versions of Bashō , Buson & Issa (ed. and trans. Robert Hass)

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the lily water hair, the pearl pale eyes-

ecstatically, i let her drown me  .

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“… we love each other like poppy and recollection, we sleep like wine in the conches, like the sea in the moon’s blood ray.”

— From the poem, ‘Corona’ by Paul Celan. Translated by Michael Hamburger and Christopher Middleton. (via indigenousdialogues)

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𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞  

ph. greg lotus, text edit by me<3

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“She was a gentle sort of horror,”

— Julia Armfield, Salt Slow; “Cassandra After”

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Riley Concannon