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women kissing at the 1990 National Bisexual Conference in San Francisco, CA

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Cherry Trees in the mist

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Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011

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Brian Eno and photoshop (1995)

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margaret atwood, november

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SENSE8 1.06 | Demons

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☆2024 Pride Celebration☆ Day 6: Favorite LGBTQIA+ Media [2/10] ⤷Sense8 (2015-2018)

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“Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.”

— Susan Sontag (via fawksianfella)

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Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren, featured in "A Transatlantic Love Affair,"

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Sometimes

by Mary Oliver

I.

Something came up out of the dark. It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before. It wasn’t an animal or a flower, unless it was both.

Something came up out of the water, a head the size of a cat but muddy and without ears. I don’t know what God is. I don’t know what death is.

But I believe they have between them some fervent and necessary arrangement.

II.

Sometimes melancholy leaves me breathless…

III.

Water from the heavens! Electricity from the source! Both of them mad to create something!

The lighting brighter than any flower. The thunder without a drowsy bone in its body.

IV.

Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

V. Two or three times in my life I discovered love. Each time it seemed to solve everything. Each time it solved a great many things but not everything. Yet left me as grateful as if it had indeed, and thoroughly, solved everything.

VI.

God, rest in my heart and fortify me, take away my hunger for answers, let the hours play upon my body

like the hands of my beloved. Let the cathead appear again — the smallest of your mysteries, some wild cousin of my own blood probably — some cousin of my own wild blood probably, in the black dinner-bowl of the pond.

VII.

Death waits for me, I know it, around one corner or another. This doesn’t amuse me. Neither does it frighten me.

After the rain, I went back into the field of sunflowers. It was cool, and I was anything but drowsy. I walked slowly, and listened

to the crazy roots, in the drenched earth, laughing and growing.

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by Andreas

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Vintage Mistee Peignoir

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day 62

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Mira Nedyalkova

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Enfants Riches Déprimés A/W 2024

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디카찍 원래 블로그에 올렸는데.. 넘 방치하구.. 또 사진 하나하나 올리기 귀찮아서 그냥 계정 따로 만들어서옇ㅎㅎ