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Vera Bogach, a sophomore at a Massachusetts college, studying for exams in a soothing bubble bath
Yale Joel, “Exam Fever Sweeps U.S.,” Life, June 4, 1951
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Léonard Foujita (1886-1968) was a Japanese–French painter and printmaker born in Tokyo, Japan
A bistro in the Latin Quarter, 1958 (Detail)
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i think im just not cut out for academia im more of a terrorist
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why is everyone so nonchalant and unbothered….. what happened to real lovers I need obsession
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vague but i really need to stop acting like a crazy and neurotic retard
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Nikita Gill, from Fierce Fairytales Poems & Stories to Stir Your Soul; "Gretel After Hansel," (edited)
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My Mother Drives Me in the Rain, 2000
Elinor Carucci
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thank you for all the love on punish ♡
i wrote this song after a drive down to miami on a very dreary day last december with my best friend. we had to get off the interstate because my tire was about to explode and wound up driving down the highway towards lake okechobee taking random side roads every now and then for fun. we stumbled across a tiny community called miracle village near the edge of the lake and it was a very eerie experience. i wondered what it must feel like, to live there alone on what felt like the edge of the earth with the most shame you could possibly carry as a human being.
i recorded half of punish on my phone. the piano, the creaks of a swing set in the park in the middle of the night, the backing vocals. i wanted it to feel up close and personal, almost inappropriate. i made quite a few different versions of it before i settled on this one. i’m glad it resonates with all of you. i took this pic the night i wrote it :)
thank u all for listening! ♡
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A bookseller reads at his stall in the Muntanabi Street area. Baghdad, Iraq. 2013.
© Ali Arkady
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“In people’s lives I want to be that which does not hurt.”
— Marina Tsvetayeva, in a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke, 14 June 1926, from Letters: Summer 1926
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