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Estudo para A Negra, 1923 Tarsila do Amaral

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Salman Toor 

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I'm 30 wtf

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art+scan by @__sinkhole

@ekumen.be

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New York Magazine keeps telling LIES

Sex is real. So is global warming. 

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pinkpantheress should model for Anna Sui

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PIERRE MOLINIER

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#your fave could never

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#im too old for this

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#rachilde #félix vallotton

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She’s gone, Pierre Le-Tan

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Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this? Before a face suddenly numinous, her eyes watered, knees melted. Did she lactate again, milk brought down by a girl’s kiss? It’s documented torrents are unloosed by such events as recently produced not the wish, but the need, to consume, in us, one pint of Maalox, one of Kaopectate. My eyes and groin are permanently swollen, I’m alternatingly brilliant and witless —and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in. Although I’d cream my jeans touching your breast, sweetheart, it isn’t lust; it’s all the rest of what I want with you that scares me shitless.

— by Marilyn Hacker; Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?

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Gilles AILLAUD, Eau, 1977 - 1978, Huile sur toile, 195 x 250 cm