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Vintage Porcelain Covered With Hand-Painted Ants by La Philie

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Peau d'ane / Jacques Demy (1970)

#Catherine Deneuve #Jacques Perrin #Jacques Demy #Delphine Seyrig #peau d'ane

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Joanna Newsom - Peach Plum Pear

#Joanna Newson #Peach Plum Pear #love

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New set of postcards ready to ship to Beijing.

#Emilie Record #Emilie R. #illustrations #emilie record illustration

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FAUVE ≠ 4.000 ÎLES

#FAUVE ≠ 4.000 ÎLES

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Why is it important to attack patriarchy through your music?


Bianca Casady: Patriarchy is over. This is my slogan of hope. We must project optimistic images. I don’t want to see popes and presidents and warlords any more. Most of all, I am tired of the male image of God. We are from the...

#Bianca Casady #feminism

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is getting drunk on FAUVE

#FAUVE #RUB A DUB

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at the edge of the earth (by manyfires)

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#S2E18 #jess #the new girl #zoey deschanel

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Missing Something’s wrong with me. I just knew that. I always know that. I walk like a cat missing its tail. I talk like a bard missing his tale. I bark like a poem missing its poet. I joke like a country dame so dumb Clumsily biting her nail, Tripped by her feet so frail Shocked by her face so pale Pursued by a gale Drowned in a dale. Something’s missing here. It has to be my wit, My grit, My gut, My saving kit, My bit of bite, My hit and run, My fire that’s already lit, My heart that’s dumped in a pit, Since the very first minute we met, The very next second we split. Then nothing can be perfectly fit. Have you ever seen a doe in heat? A buck in rut? Stuck in a rut, such a nitwit, Rot in hell, such holy shit. Such a slut, With scars wide open slit, That’s totally nuts. You, a habitual, unrepentant thief on bail, Stole what’s missing in me, And never returned it. Like a phantom you vanished from an exit; Again I wonder if we ever existed. What’s missing here are sparks a fire spits, Petals around which butterflies flit, A nocturne sung by a nightingale, The sea and favorable wind for a boat to sail, Floral fragrance, flamboyance, with a flair, Spring will passionately greet, A love story so great for coming generations to tell. Thus I will arrest you. I swear with Holy Grail. Put you in jail, Where you’ll forever sit. I shall never quit. I shall never fail. You watch out, better run like a snail. Store what you’ve stolen well. Never break it, forget it, or discard it. Never fix it, seal it, and send it. Without my permit, You should never put it on sale. It’s too valuable to be in market. You hear me? It’s a voice too loud for you to quell. Then I won’t miss you like hell.

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The art of kissing - Hugh Morris (1936)

#The art of kissing #Hugh Morris #1936 #kiss

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Papiers piano Illustration for duet Gauthier Roubichou and Julien Breval.

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Avant que je m’ennuie - Emilie Record Ink on paper Prints available here www.emilie.im

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Avant que je m’ennuie - Mathieu Boogaerts