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“Using someone’s name during a conversation was like a casual caress, like stroking their hair.”

— Harry Mulisch, from The Discovery of Heaven (Penguin Books, 1998)

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Ozawa Tsuyoshi: Vegetable Weapon (2011)

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today's bug thing is this snail anatomical figure!

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Yggdrasil, the Mundane Tree, 1847

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日本新産種のマリモ

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Mary Oliver, March

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Nigel Van Wieck, Delusions

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chappell roan for aa7

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i showed you a map.

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kitsuragibomb

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Liu Xiaodong (Chinese, b. 1963), Three Transsexuals, 2001. Oil on canvas, 200 x 200 cm.

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Anita* – 女人花

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HE FROM ON HIGH RAVING EVERYMAN

STRANGER-IN-BATHROOM STAIRMASTER

disco elysium-inspired portraits, thoughts below

kendall — the boy prince with a crown of thorns, imprisoned at the top. he overlooks the city, painfully distant from it all. a reflection in broken glass haunts him; his father, the waiter, himself. shattered and bloodied and dripping onto him still. so high and so blue, a puzzle barely together. his gaze tells you he knows how pathetic he is.

connor — the relatable uber-rich. the eldest son, forgotten, overtaken by the background. his political ambitions are yet another hobby to fill a void; his ranch, his wine, his presidency. he is pastel, faded, swathed in republican red that even then is all vanity. sees himself in screens. he is blowing away in the wind.

roman — doing the dirty work in the dirty room. he's ready to sling over offers and quick wit but there is a childishness about him, like he's scrawled in crayon. something's off, something's wrong with him and you can't figure out what exactly. he lives within it, then: slimy and blood-hot and close. his eyes dart around. the trained dog that might just bite when he's nervous.

shiv — all that effort to go nowhere. a girl with a pearl earring: wealthy, intriguing, unknowable. can't be bothered to face you fully, but baring her back in the process. bathed in the lines of light that her father gives her in inches. she is doomed to be pushed, and to be helped back up, which might be worse than the falling. exuding something sharp, startling, hot pink: forever pinky.

and if you got here... THANKS 4 reading & looking

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Cherry-picking