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The Source of Life (2024) by Clayshaper — bases on “The Eclipse of the Sun in Venice” (circa 1842) by Ippolito Caffi

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Saint Jellyfish Exhorter by seok young choi

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Louise Bourgeois, Untitled, 1976

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Lady Gaga en el Festival de Música Lollapalooza, en Chicago (06/08/2010).

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Rain Coat by Andrew Wun Silk Mix Jaquard and Embossed Taffeta. Hand Beaded with over 30000 Swarovski Clear Crystals.

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Everything will become clear to you and whatever's meant for you, you will find. BROTHER BEAR (2003)

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the wind is letting you go, and it’s okay to let the softness of your heart harden the bridges that upheld everything into a smile. the wind is letting you go, and I can’t hear the stitches your hand wrapped the scent of familiarity in, but I love the way your eyes worry about carrying the moon through this habitual orbit. you spoke in rain - maybe September caught a cold - darling, there is no sun like you.

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Water droplet necklace

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I've had a female manipulator diagnosis for years but the doctors found coquette bows in my lymph nodes and now they're saying I have stage 5 Isabelle Adjani slay and this might be my last Christian Girl Autumn

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Photograph by Nikola Tomašić

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Tell me a soft memory

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Baby Jane somehow worked her way into the tiny gap between the dishwasher and the wall and got stuck, and I had to pull out the whole dishwasher to get her free. She's been getting into the potted plants and she stole a treat from Malice; she snuck up on Vice and scared him right out of the room.

That's it. I'm calling it.

Meet Mayhem. She's here to stay.

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What I've noticed in the angelkin community is that we are all expected to be these dainty, skinny, porcelain pale, blonde, blue eyed, kind and quiet humanoid things.

So I've compiled a list of angel care for all my fellow angels who do not find themselves in that stereotype.

This is just the first volume with bits coming from my own experience, feel free to submit your own tips for the next volumes!

[Care for Grotesque Angels vol. I]

1. Encourage yourself and other angels to embrace their unique qualities and celebrate their individuality. Remind them that beauty and holiness comes in all forms, and there's no one-size-fits-all definition of what an angel should look like.

2. Go to places where reality feels altered. Those places that make your back and the top of your head tingle. And laugh, scream, run, make weird noises, bask in the sunlight. Just go ape.

3. Say random words in latin and enochian (you never finished Supernatural) to strangers, etch them on walls. When you have that random latin word stuck in your head just write it everywhere obsessively until it goes away.

4. Be divine. Or don't. Spit on the stairs of churches, or go inside ones you've never been before and just sit in the back. Don't get up for the hymns, don't do anything. Just stare at the priest. At the paintings. Look at Gabriel on the wall looking back and think "brother." Look at Jesus, think how uncomfortable that position must be. Think how many times has God betrayed (you ask yourself "who", someone says everyone. You're alone.) Think he should go to therapy and take his meds. Leave chocolate coins and apples in the offering basket. A book about good parenting. Never go to that church again.

5. If you are, be unapologetically, annoyingly, fully and loudly queer. Be a faggot, a transexual, be one in their churches and scream at them how they have no idea about what the truth is (you don't know either, but it's fun.)

6. Be angry at God. Scream at him, bleed for him, ignore him, cry for him, laugh with him, fuck him, make love with him. And then forget he ever existed and hope he left the body of that 20 years old with black box dyed hair and won't find his next home in the heart of your new lover.

6.5. Slam your door like he just told you to go to your room and took your mp3, and you're packing a bag to runaway with chocolate and your birthday money while your mother (mother?) watches fondly from your white door frame with a look that says "He didn't mean to." But she will not say. And you'll never know. You go to sleep angry. Running away is too hard. And there's gravity falls on tv in the morning.

7. Hold Judas's anger, bask in Jesus's kindness. Be a warrior like Michael. A messanger like Gabriel. An anarchist like Lucifer.

8. Use the Bible to your heart's content. Read it, rip it apart, burn it. Use it to draw, keep stable that wobbling table, roll a lavender cigarette for your lover after they "took you to church," as Hozier would say. Make a flame and make smores with your friends, tell stories. You will never see them again. But the memories will replace your blood. Transubstantiation.

9. Kiss a priest, or kill one. Run for pope, burn a church. Disappear into a forest. Become one with the flowers and the moss and the grass and the water and the moon and the sun and the stars and the birds and the maggots and the foxes and the bears. Become the genesis. Become God. And then go out and get pizza.

10. Pray. Or don't.