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happyheidi · 2 years

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painted by; TF Simon, David Hettinger, Henry Mattise, Erin de Burca

#cottagecore #art details #artwork #art #light academism #light academia aesthetic #classic academia #paintings #henry matisse #david hettinger #Erin de burca #tf simon #cozycore #cosycore #cottage academia #cottage aesthetic

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mike--faist · 4 months

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Life imitates art.

David Hettinger, 1946 / The Atlantic City Story, 2020

#mike faist #the Atlantic City story #David hettinger #art

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moonstoast · 2 years

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—sapphic yearning

the madness vase by andrea gibson // ioanda batallé prats // hans makart // she by dodie // portrait of a lady on fire (2019) // carol (2015) // sappho // david hettinger // we’ll never have sex by leith ross

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karrova · 24 days

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David Hettinger

#David Hettinger #m #art

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jacquesbonhomie · 9 months

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David Hettinger

‘Someone is Waiting’

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frenchnewwaves · 1 year

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Girls lounging in art

(First three are by David Hettinger and the last one is by Vincent Giarrano)

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pigeonriot · 2 years

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autumn: nostalgia - melancholy - change

Sylvia Plath - The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // David Hettinger // Dante Gabriel Rossetti // Holly Warburton - spirit hold // Mitski - Francis Forever // Jackson Pollock - Autumn Rhythm (Number 30) // Elizabeth Burnam // Autumn Landscape With Four Trees - Vincent Van Gogh // E.M. Foster - Maurice // C Michael Dudash - Autumn Bridge // Janice Gould - Earthquake weather

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justineportraits · 1 year

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David Hettinger Patterns on a Nude

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bibliolectors · 2 years

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Imagen lectora del verano... qué placer! (ilustración de David Hettinger)

#women reading #Illustration #art #reading #David Hettinger #reading and art #lectura #lectoras #lectura y arte #ilustración

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mossgirrrl · 7 months

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"Stop being so spiky": Childhood, rejection dysphoria, and people pleasing

There are many things that led me to seek an ADHD diagnosis but rejection dysphoria wasn't one of them. It just wasn't something I related to. That was until I heard a girl on TikTok relating her own experience of rejection dysphoria back to the names her family called her when she was being 'difficult' or emotional in childhood. Then it hit me. Mine was "spiky." Fired at me almost daily as a young teenager, you know, when your self-esteem is probably already at an all-time-low; "spiky" was the most common adjective used to describe my general being. When it's occasionally uttered these days, with the same venom as always, it transports me right back into the tight-chested confusion of that lonely, lonely child. The loneliness of a child who was unknowingly trapped in a world that routinely misunderstood her facial expressions or tone of voice, and refused to offer kinder social queues. I saw "spiky" flash across my brother's face today when I requested half the slice of cake that he'd cut for me. Something in my tone or on my face must have been 'off' because he silently took offence and, assuming that he hadn't heard me, I requested it again. Unreasonable, of course, to mistake silence for mishearing. Despite these occasions, I realise now that, for the most part, I learned to mask. As many girls do; slipping through their safety net only to realise what's happened once they've already dragged themselves a decade or two through adulthood. It wasn't raging hormones or teenage angst that eventually passed, it was the agony of speaking a language no-one else around me did. So I learnt to speak theirs... Kind of. It might be a stretch to say that this masking has led me to putting up with an embarrassing amount of bullshit from romantic interests, but maybe it's not. When faced with apologies or excuses that my gut knows are lies, my brain jumps aboard the gaslighting train and asks, "are you sure you're not crazy for feeling this way?" Sure, it's not normal to lose your grip on reality the second someone changes their tone or rain-checks some plans. But the oxymoron is that, deep down, you know this. And so you bottle it up, time and time again, until you explode into a fit of rage, paranoia, tears, and accusations- seemingly out of the blue. And just for a dollop of extra irony; even if it was originally all in your head, this merry-go-round-from-hell has a way of manifesting your worst fears. My 28th birthday present was an intensified age crisis, and much of that came from mourning 10 years of time wasted, bullets undodged, feelings unexpressed, and marks clawed into closed fists instead of keyed into the paintwork of a certain BMW... All caused by the inability to trust my own emotions. To decipher whether my reactions (or at least the ways that I want to react) are fair or "spiky". So instead; you people please, you say "ok", you walk away quietly rather than advocating for yourself. Or you just don't let yourself get into those situations at all. It's easier to avoid the head-spinning experience of rejection dysphoria by doing just that... Avoiding. The less people you're attached to, the less there are to reject you. Stay busy, keep moving, never let anyone close enough that you'd care if they left or disliked you anyway. It's genius really. Until it happens by accident. And then you push away a chance to shake the loneliness because you never learnt to identify your own emotions- let alone communicate them. Suddenly it all makes sense; the panic attacks because someone hasn't texted you for a while or nights spent sobbing into your pillow because you felt their energy change. Of course, there are other events that probably contributed to the excruciating catch-22 that is a disorganised attachment style. But uncovering the source of my own rejection dysphoria was the last spiky puzzle piece to understanding why even an iota of feeling misunderstood, ignored, or rejected becomes so utterly devastating and isolating. Who knows if I'll ever stop feeling spiky, but I'm one step closer to trying.

#adhd #late diagnosis #disorganized attachment #rejection dysphoria #people pleasing #lonely whale #david hettinger

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opheliamotague · 8 months

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