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Eileen Agar (Argentine-British 1899-1991), Ladybird, 1936. Gelatin silver print with gouache and ink, 76 × 51 cm.
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René Magritte Le thérapeute, 1962 Gouache on paper.
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why is this kinda my tumblr dashboard lmao
THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN
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i love this little tsundoku lifestyle
I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.
anais nin
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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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If tomorrow gets a different shade of grey
I will fly in my mind in the smoke of colors
I'll be high and happy till it fades away
Buy me a bolt cutter for my god's collar
His voice in supposed truth has never smelt fouler
I lie on my bed like the teen I was
I have to get up it's a must
A missing tick is a dollar off
But an extra beat doesn't amount to anything
It's quite the irony
Ironing the spikes, ass-kissed by my likes
What a strange life one could live in
Honestly, this hardly counts as living
We're only in a constant state of being
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I feel nothing, I'm back at square one
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I don't like to vent or put my personal baggage out and about on the www. However, I haven't been feeling myself lately. Maybe it's yearly depressive episode or something - I can't really pinpoint it right now. The only progression I have made is finally fully processing and grieving the loss of my mom after taking it almost 6 years make it through. A lot has changed since then, I've started university, moved places, realized how my real ones are and so on. However, I still feel the same as I did last year: sleeping very late, low on energy (though I still mostly manage to get through my day with tasks), splitting on people who are dear to me. I have noticed I've regressing back into my old mindset before my mom's death. Since then I have been gaining a lot of weight and developed a habit of uncontrollable binge eating meanwhile. Now, I've been noticing patterns of needs for highly restrictive dieting and vomiting and counting calories like I did in my teens, eating less and less to the point of starvation. I'm afraid yet very unhappy with my body. I want to get in shape safely but I'm afraid of falling back into it. I'm spiralling
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Bottoms, Tops, we all hate cops!!
[Image Description: a photograph of two white people wearing punk clothing, seemingly at a Pride parade. They are holding up a black sign with the words "Bottoms, tops, we all hate cops" in white, capitalized text. End Description.]
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