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dudeself · 6 years ago
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The river la Reina Valsain, 1907, Joaquín Sorolla
Medium: oil,canvas
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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from “mexican monuments: strange encounters”, 1989.
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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from “the contemporary quilt: new american quilts and fabric art”, 1978.
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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what if 😳😳 i wanted to compare hand sizes 😳 and we both pressed our hands together 🤧😳 like this 🙏😳 (and we’re both girls 😳😳😳)
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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Hngngh flowers
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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Keira Knightley when she’s offered projects that take place in modern day society
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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from “alex katz”, 1986.
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from “san francisco graphic design”, 1993.
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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from “diners: people and places”, 1990.
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me and all my gay friends trying to sit together
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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from “fiberarts design book three”, 1988.
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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from “jenny holzer”, 2008.
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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from “the country music encyclopedia”, 1974.
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from “women see woman”, 1976.
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from “the apartment book”, 1979.
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dudeself · 6 years ago
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Me, digging hozier out of his shallow grave at the base of a willow tree: hey buddy what’s new
Hozier, blinking in the golden mid-morning sunlight: my lover moves with the wind, as chaotic as the churning sea, as deadly as a raging blaze. When her eyes meet mine, i see myself dying in her arms, by her hand, and my soul finally knows bliss
Me, tucking him back in until spring: okay sleep tight buddy
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