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shirley mallmann photographed by ellen von unwerth for cesare paciotti spring 1997
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Everyone else studying the night before the test while I am sat in my room frantically flipping through my grimoire for some spell that will give me an A
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kate moss wearing anna sui
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wraith. gouache watercolor
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covers for sula by toni morrison (1975 and 1987)
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Scorpio Rising (Kenneth Anger, 1963)
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hheavnly · 2 months
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I hate hookup culture bury me beside you
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The World’s Loneliest Whale Sings the Loudest Song by Noor Hindi
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mimi, london by Erika Kamano
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“Lettuce loves technology!” 2006
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hheavnly · 2 months
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"I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art."
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hheavnly · 2 months
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Mother
She stands there, always expecting something, as if you chose this role; she hovers.
Never letting you breathe, never standing back and acknowledging the venom in her words.
She expects from you, as your eyes fog over, not a foreign feeling to you, she yet again, berates you.
Over and over, her words sharp and cutting as she spits words, a cutting edge.
And as you sit there, wondering how you, of all your blood, got into this position,
You can't help but feel a child inside you clinging to her hand, as she shakes you off.
You cry and kick and have your tantrum, but she will never see the damage done.
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Jean Paul Gaultier ss94
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