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Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

Maya belongs to Fern, and for more of our campaign info you can check @monsterheartsuniversity !

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you have entered.. the scary door

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Liza Ngwa

Sunshine, 1980

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colors

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Jupiter

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Luisa

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to the moon, and back.

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He Jiaying (何家英), The Ballet. 2006. 

Born in 1957 in the province of Tianjin, He Jiaying studied traditional Chinese painting at the Tianjin Institute of Art and went on to become a council member of the Chinese Artists Association and a lecturer at his alma mater. He’s style combines the precision and realism of gongbi painting with European subject matter such as the art of ballet, and female figures. In The Ballet, He depicts with sharp technique and muted colors the behind-the-scenes of three ballet dancers who are occupied not with dancing, but rather sewing pointe shoes and sipping loose-leaf tea.  

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Adit Ajhok by Alexandra Leese for i-D Magazine

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got some THINGS in the mail yesterday, and threw them all on at once! The dress was a bust, but I kept the top and the BOOTS

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5:20 am

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Black Hollyhock commish

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What a journey this life is! dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

I know we often lose, and that the death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one's own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.

James Baldwin, “Nothing Personal.” 1964.

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finally drawing what was the most iconic moment in balance for me

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yes my favorite colors are the warm orange of the windows of a house u see on a walk at night and also the deep blue of the night around it

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Can’t believe I never considered posting my cute/weird outfits here on the tumble.

I have a ~real style insta where I go on and on about my specific fashion choices, but sometimes I just wanna post a pic, ya know?

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