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Visual development for Lilo & Stitch by Paul Felix

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Blackwater Dive

2024, hand bleached and dyed denim, cotton batting and thread

inspired by blackwater photography of plankton! this was my first time layering bleach painting. All the silhouettes were painted with bleaching gel, loosely tie dyed, and then bleached again to make the highlights. I quilted the piece using my free motion foot to outline each individual animal and tacked down the rest of the quilt with small satin stitches that remind me of marine snow. I dyed bias tape to match. super happy with this one and excited to show it in a gallery setting soon!

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📷: Greig Fraser

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Paul Atreides walking silhouette compilation in DUNE PART TWO (2024)

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Chani (Dune) - AnatoFinnstark

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Dune: Part Two (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve

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Im fucking sobbing looking at the new black footed cat at Utah's Hogle zoo

Shes just a fucking baby

Baby with a 60% successful kill rate

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ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm hiiiiii turned a vaguely homoerotic poem i made about a mosquito i didn't want to kill into. this. yay 👍

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Showgirls playing chess backstage at the Latin Quarter, 1958.

Photo: Gordon Parks via boredpanda

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The boys are back in town.

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shot by arthur elgort in yves saint laurent - marguerite duras (2018)

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I think it’s incredible how seals experience the world.

Many of the deep-diving seals can go blind during their lifetime and live just fine.

Round whiskers flap around in the water and create their own turbulence, but the specific whisker shape they have cancels turbulence, so they can pinpoint trails of turbulence from prey. Other places to see my posts: INSTAGRAM / FACEBOOK / ETSY / KICKSTARTER

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Everything and Nothing

We sat on the corner of the restaurant, all and nothing left unsaid. For the first time in months, I saw you, truly saw you. Something in me lowered its head in shame, I felt so high and mighty in my pain that I forgot you hurt too. We spoke so softly as if to not disturb anyone with all our big words. You told me you hated the word hurt, that you wished there was something else to describe what you did to me last time we spoke. "But that's what I feel, I feel hurt." I said to you while tears escaped from my eyes. Your body softened, like it always does whenever I cry. We held hands for a bit.

"If perfect is not what I want, then maybe I don't know what I want."

My heart dropped. Until that very moment, I never realized how tragic love could be. For some it might sound pathetic, but in my 22 years of life, I've never felt such romance. Never had I ever felt like my love made someone question what it is they want from life. And even though I was definitely crying my eyes out that night, in a way, I got exactly what I wished for: a love so sincere it changes you.

Nothing could prepare me for this scene. All those times we sat in that same restaurant flashed before my eyes and suddenly, I was softly giggling at your silly jokes as a few more tears leapt from my face. We never left. Twenty-two is so young, and here we are, dwelling over how much we love and how much we hurt. I could feel our future selves looking back at this fondly. Time did not stop, but it left the room. And for a second, it was just us two.

"I don't think the biggest difference between us is that I feel too much and you feel too little, I think I love you and you don't."

This is probably the harshest thing I've ever said to you. I'm still dwelling over if it was wise or unkind to just spit that out. Its funny how I can cry an ocean in front of you, but my anger feels too personal, made me second guess how close we are. Nothing I said strayed from the truth though— I do love you, and I don't think you feel too little. Maybe we weren't meant to love each other for longer, but to say that we left unscathed would be a lie. A love that doesn't have to end in betrayal is hard to come by, a love that shakes up our worldview and makes us question our purpose is pretty much what the bible is based on; and we did that. Everything and nothing.

You paid for the meal, I lost my appetite halfway through, we exchanged so many loving and knowing glances I almost forgot we broke up. We hugged before you took the train back home. I cried walking back to mine.

My clock ticks at the same time my heart beats, that's probably why I feel like time stops every time my heart does. Tick, beat, tick, beat. I lead an orchestra of melancholy and yearning that fills the room with the sounds of someone who loves so hard and falls even harder. I am cursed to love everyone I've ever loved for eternity, or at least, until the music stops.

You are part of my song. A lovely verse with a poppy melody. A soulful guitar solo. A magical bridge that leads you into the vocalist's enchanting chorus. Maybe someday we can sing it together. It starts with everything and ends with nothing.

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“My Christian grandmother and my Muslim grandmother in Palestine”

- Shared by a Palestinian man on Facebook