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Ballet, like opera, is wonderful because it is monstrous, the hyper-development of skills nobody needs, a twisting of human bodies and souls into impossible positions, the purchase of light with blood.

Irina Dumitrescu, "Swan, Late: The unexpected joys of adult beginner ballet."

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Annie Ernaux, A Simple Passion

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I'm guessing this is a bot scraping tags for celebrities and automatically sending images to users, but ahahaha jesus fucking christ don't send me AI pictures of Donald Sutherland

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Imants Tillers (Australian,b.1950)

Kangaroo Blank, 1988

Oil stick, gouache, oil paint and acrylic paint on 78 canvases

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Yeah whatever, it’s cool to imagine some alternate endings

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Shark Necropsy

If you stop swimming, do you die?

Is that truth, or just some oft-repeated myth?

I have no idea. Strange, to have the details of 

So many animals still unfamiliar to me. At any rate,

It doesn’t matter to you now. You’re dead. 

Spread pale belly up beneath the high bright lights,

Your smooth skin shines in a way darker and deeper

Than the stainless steel. Not really smooth:

I know this. Denticles. Even in death, you are a 

Creature, foremost, of layered teeth. 

I feel all teeth, too, as we gather together

Around the table with our knives, ready to

Make a start on you. There are no secrets kept

In the punctured stone marble of your eye, but

We will expose your soft and tender parts,

Slit you end-to-end – without the practiced grace of

The fishmonger, but with a different type of skill,

Meticulous, curious. See opened the miracle net of

Your gills, all laid out in arcades of crimson fern fronds,

Still wet, somehow. Cow, a spark whispers in me.

Like the network that feeds a cow’s brain. These

Sparse connections have become so reflexive. Compare

And contrast your two-chambered heart. Wonder at the

Fact that, you, too, have a pancreas, a spleen. Hold

Your oily liver and weigh it in my hands against other

Organs, other livers. Is this a privilege? To know

You, to know anyone, like this? And what do you 

Know of other animals? What do you know of cow,

Or of the strange apes that spread out your corpse like a

Lucky gift? I correct myself – did know. You dead thing. 

No words in your toothy maw. No loved ones here to give

A eulogy. What did you think of the ones like you that

You swam with, for a while? Same? Other? Companion?

Your anatomy speaks what you found of those smaller fish. 

Food. Meal. Life-stuff. Did you know that they were

Fellow creatures? Did you taste the cartilage, the

Muscle, and recognize that as what you were made of,

Too? And then sometimes – some larger dark form on the

Edge of your horizonless world. No names for whale, nor

Leviathan. No fear of predator or monster, for you, 

Just something itching your wishbone brain, making

You keep your distance, feeling the crackle over your

Pores until the enormous shadow drifts away and is gone – 

The subtle memory-scent of some great mystery, left

Behind as you surge forward into fathomless fathoms. 

When you are long-since in neat pieces, I pause in the dark 

Of the silent and empty flat and am still. I hold my breath. I

Lick my teeth. Then, as if through some deep-water dream, I 

Float forward again: to the next meal, to the next task, toward 

The dark shape of some distant and unknowable shore.

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Oh, and by the way, that Supreme Court ruling is where that Harry Potter money goes.

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lovely character. i want to watch him drown in his shame

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backing up all my eversnow fics & drafts....... jesus christ.........

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luisa beccaria fw 16 details

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BUFFY SUMMERS + VAMPIRE BITES

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Eligo in Summum Pontificem

details under cut

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eversnow findom but Katniss has too terrible an understanding of finances for Snow to even get it up

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Vera Wang, 2016