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by Burçin Esin

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Daniel Rabel (Paris,1578-1637), Première entrée des fantômes, quatre figures. 1632. Feuillet d'un ensemble de dessins se rapportant au Ballet du château de Bicêtre dansé le 8 mars 1632 au Louvre.

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Morning mist - Maramures, 2021

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by nuqui_herping

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did you guys know that if you treat yourself better your life can improve a bit

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Something really delicious about having so much of your life and experience be.... absolutely useless to try and share

I think it does force you into creating art. I'm enjoying living a private life very, very much, and I don't think I'd be evolving if I tried to translate it any other way

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Something deeply intimate and erotic about handpoke tattooing. It's not just the altered state I get from the pain and endorphins. It's the absolute sensory focus on each individual point of contact. The blood, the mess left over, the fact that you won't ever be the same as you were before.

It would be a meaningful experience to do this with a partner one day.

I'm going to keep working on this one for a few more sessions. Bare bones framework laid out. I don't really like how it looks at this stage, but I know where I'm going with it now!

#blood cw #i obviously should have shaved but no razor and the spirit came late at night.

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without arts & crafts we are in hell

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'untitled (detail),' 2003-5 in robert gober: the heart is not a metaphor - moma (2014)

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"Sister, it might be...", Eghishe Charenc (translated by metamorphesque)

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“but it wasn’t that bad”

did it hurt? did you feel scared? unsafe? were you embarrassed? humiliated? terrified? did you feel confused on why? does it keep you up at night? do you avoid being in a similar situation? did you cry? did you want to cry? who told you it wasn’t that bad?

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Brief Poems, Vera Pavlova