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loss of third spaces like opium dens and brothels

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Random PNGs, part 207

(1. Raspberry tart served at Grand-Hôtel du Cap-Ferrat, 2. Stained glass snail lamp by Pyvovarov, 3. Tubifera sp. fungi, 4. 19th c. copper egg poacher/escargot pans, 5. Snakeskin Agate, 6. 17th c. grape pearl pendant, 7. Ceramic sculpture by Eva Zethraeus, 8. Opalized snake skin, 9. Botryoidal Chrysocolla)

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So cupid coded, so valentines day, so cutie

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Donkey from Secret World Legends

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100% Maggot Free!

What do you mean your love for me isn’t like an infection?  Like a bloom of red on your skin, hot to the touch accompanied by the stench of steady progression It doesn’t slowly bubble or ooze to the surface? Does it not travel the canvas of your body  until every move you make is a painful reminder of its presence?  You can talk about me and not feel the war raging in a wound Cupid caused? I’m unsure if I should be insulted or grateful.  

Poem I wrote that has been dwelling in my notes app for long enough ^^

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"one of these days I will make a collage with these" I say rocking back and forth.

These post are like the digital version of having a sticker book in my mind, and I am still afraid of using the stickers 😝

Random PNGs, part 208

(1. "Lobster" illustration by Ohno Bakufu (1950), 2. "Blob" wall hanging by Dan Lam (2018), 3. "Where the Wild Things Are" book by Maurice Sendak (1963), 4. "Stem Cell" painting by Bruce Riley (2016), 5. Victorian book spines, 6. A collection of Greek and Roman glass fragments (3rd c. BC - 3rd c. AD), 7. Collection of children's stories published by Homewood (1902), 8. Cornflower, 9. Erasmia pulchera)

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XX

The transition from girl to woman has always been somewhat abrupt in my mind. You are no longer this genderless thing able to run around with no one really caring, you are now on the same level as your mother, your grandmother, and every single A list movie actress. You are now the same as Mary Magdalene and Madonna (the singer or the religious figure you decide, you are a woman now and can make important decisions like this of course.)

I feel most like a woman in the morning and in the evening/night.

In the morning it's easy to see myself as a woman because I am doing the same things I watched my mother do: makeup, hair, brush teeth, grab wallet, phone, keys, and we are out the door.

At night, things are slower, and calmer. I'm planning things, cycling through what needs to get done before I sleep. Everything takes time but it's the end of the day and the time will pass anyways.

Running fingers through wet conditioned hair, removing makeup, slipping on pajamas that aren't exceptionally comfortable but the fact that they're worn in and I've had many good nights sleep because of them, make them all the more inviting.

All this may sound like romanticization, and it is to a degree but I've also come away from nights like this with the understanding that, for me, being a woman is being able to take care of myself.

I still consider myself a girl for the most part, I don't know how to pay taxes and I don't have a job out of necessity. However I am far from the shoe refusing kid I once was, I am closer to 20 than I am 10, and closer to woman than girl.

One day I will embrace my woman title and be able to say "I am a woman" without a bit of shock going through me, but right now I am comfortable with experiencing womanhood in these short bursts.

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Random PNGs, part 204

(1. Illustration from "Joan in Flowerland" by Margaret Tarrant, 2. Victorian moon brooch c. 1890, 3. Victorian fairy postcard, 4. Austria satin glass brooch, 5. 1920’s Rainbow Harlequin costume, 6. Antique mother of pearl carved button (?), 7. Medieval insect illustration (?), 8. Victorian moon signet ring, 9. Millefiori bead sea glass (?))

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they call me an undercover agent. the way i’m. under the covers :) cozy in bed :)

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these are the loveliest cels in spongebob's whole production

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crunch crunch crunching these in my mouth rn

PNG borders, part 2

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All quiet on the western front

If I did my headcount right, there are about 9 people total in this library including me and my friend Kat who came in a couple hours ago for a late "study session"

It' really just studying for her and for me it was an excuse to get out of my dorm.

I think this is the first time I've had such an intense liminal space feel. I can hear every echo of each keystroke, every pencil mark scratching onto a page, the quiet clink of ice in a water bottle.

The heaviest thing is the air itself, just the noise from the AC swallows any small scuffing from a clog or sneaker.

We went to the vending machine and got some snacks, a cinnamon Poptart for her and starburst for me.

I'm trying to convince myself that it's ok to exist in this space, for some reason my brain is bugging out over the fact that it's obvious that I am present. It feels like I'm trespassing, or trying to order from a restaurant that is a few minutes from closing. Just a weird guilty feeling. I keep telling myself "They will close at midnight no matter what" and "This is a resource that you pay money to use"

One of these days I will listen to myself, but right now all I can listen to is the AC and Kat's pencil frantically working on music theory.

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I don't know what I'm doing, so fuck it we ball

The title says it all really. The most I've interacted with this website is through the reposts on Pinterest so I have this weird estranged relationship with Tumblr on it's own.

At first I created this because I wanted to put my art out there, then forgot about it. After that it was because I wanted to find Sims 4 custom content and then forgot about it.

Now I don't know what I'm going to do with this, I will admit I still like the design for my little account thing that I made.

If you're sticking around expect epic writing, maybe art again, radically epic and stellar reposts and ponderings from the inner workings of 'The Champ'