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i love you, Two Catfish as Street Musicians in the Kashina district, ca 1855 of an unidentified artist, you go so hard
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I must not kill myself killing myself is the myself killer . Dune
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T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
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mitskiesque · 3 months
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every time you identify cis men as the ultimate enemy you minimize the capacity for trans men to be raging misogynists btw. if u even care
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poem by rachel corrie (1979-2003, american activist killed in gaza)
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gregg araki son or david cronenberg daughter
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Violets resist the perfumer’s art and always have. It is possible to make a high-quality perfume from violets, but it’s exceedingly difficult and expensive. Only the wealthiest people could afford it; but there have always been empresses, dandies, trend setters, and extravagants enough to keep perfumers busy. The thing about violets, which many people find cloying to the point of nausea, is that no response to them lasts long; as Shakespeare put it, they’re:
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
Violets contain ionone, which short-circuits our sense of smell. The flower continues to exude its fragrance, but we lose the ability to smell it. Wait a minute or two, and its smell will blare again. Then it will fade again, and so on. (…) No scent is more flirtatious. Appearing, disappearing, appearing, disappearing, it plays hide-and-seek with our senses, and there’s no way to get too much of it.
— Diane Ackerman, ‘Smell: Of Violets and Neurons’ A Natural History of the Senses
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k.d.: In high school, I took an aptitude test that said I was 98 percent guaranteed to be a mechanic.
Anne: I’d love to pull into your garage and see you wiping your hands on a greasy rag.
k.d.: I’d say, “How can I help you, little lady?“ 
Anne: And all the cute girls would come to your garage and the other mechanics wouldn’t get it.
k.d. and her good friend Anne Meredith in Rolling Stone, August 1993
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The Back by Nan Goldin (2011-14) Chromogenic print
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... on the campus of UC Davis in California, USA.
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Decision to Leave (2022) dir. Park Chan Wook
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[loudly] yeah ill basically kill anyone with my longsword. it doesnt really even matter to me. ill just slay whoever i feel like, with my longsword
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mitskiesque · 4 months
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"ANDY WARHOL'S MEDICINE CABINET" E. 66TH ST, NYC | DAVID GAMBLE, 1987 [chromogenic print | 32 ⅞ x 27 ¼"]
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thinking about this excerpt from giovanni's room as i lay in bed staring at the ceiling endlessly
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