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Wood Nymphs Deep in the Forest, from Undine by Franklin Booth (1901)

#art

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Michael Dandley (American, b. MA, USA, based Zürich, Switzerland) - Shard, 2018, Paintings: Gouache on Paper

#art

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folk music: "I have faced generations of oppression and mourn my lost love and country, but my culture will persist and survive"

also folk music: "I am going to drink so much alcohol you don't understand. literally So much alcohol"

also folk music: "oops I killed my husband lol"

also folk music: "shit I should have married that girl. too bad she keeps ignoring me every time I try to break into her house"

also folk music: "I feel an unimaginable grief for a past I can never return to" also folk music: "fiddle dee doodle diddle deedle deedle dee"

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people always talk about evil clones like oooh a dark mirror oohh what if you saw what a cruel person you were/are capable of becoming. and well yes but what if you were the evil clone. what if you looked in the mirror and what you saw was so bright it blinded you. what if you had to know exactly how good you could have been.

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My fortune cookie wants me to write fanfic

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Leaves, Branches,.Autumn     -    Philippe Robert ,  1907-09.

Swiss  1881-1923

- Vine leaves and ripened grapes ,  1907-09

- Rubus Fruticosus attacked by rose fungus Phragmidium Violaceum, 1907-09

- Populus tremula, or European aspen, 1907-09

- Pseudoplatanus: Sycamore attacked by the black fungus Rhytisma acerinum,   1907-09

Private Collection , The Stapleton Collection 

#plants #aes

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Ramon Maiden

#ooh #aes #art #people

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you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.

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the past is dead the future died before it could be born and me i feel also not so good

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thesis vii. the monster stands at the threshold... of becoming.

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jeffrey jerome cohen, “monster culture” / backstage at the magic flute at the metropolitan opera house, NY, circa 1905 / "opera house" by thomas rowlandson and auguste charles pugin / the philadelphia metropolitan opera house before and after renovation / porgy and bess in rehearsal at the met, dir. james robinson / tosca act 1 original set design by adolf hohenstein / tosca at the san fransisco opera, dir. shawna lucey / wozzeck at the opera bastille dir. william kentridge / carmen dir. juan guillermo nova at the sng maribor / kids music cafe at the sydney opera house / don giovanni dir. robert carsen at la scala / madama butterfly dir. matthew ozawa at the detroit opera / the isango ensemble's edition of treemonisha dir. mark dornford-may / m. butterfly dir. james robinson at the santa fe opera / die meistersinger von nürnberg dir. barrie bosky at the bayreuth festival / rigoletto dir. david mcvicar at the royal opera house / the view from the stage at the margravial opera house, photographed by klaus frahm

#web weaving #webweaving #webweave #words #quote #quotes #art #parrallels #parallels

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poetry and van gogh

Anaïs Nin, Shane Neilson, Marin Sorescu, Ocean Vuong, Anzhelina Polonskaya, Vincent van Gogh

buy me a coffee

#art #quotes #words #webweaving #web weaving #the weight of something #the beauty and sorrow of the world

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(this story will continue tomorrow.)

#and still he persists #art

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#ah. #oof #the weight of something

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#space #oh wow

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿