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Night’s Gaze, 2023 - oil on wooden panel. — Annie Stegg Gerard (American, b.1982)
https://www.gallerygerard.com/

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Ulla Thynell (Finnish, b. 1982)
Untitled, 2021
Watercolor and alcohol ink on paper

‘Bat and Moon’ (1930′s).
Woodblock print by Takahashi Bihō (Japanese, born 1873). Published by Kawaguchi Jirō.
Image and text courtesy Minneapolis Institute of Art.

Source: https://pin.it/chtD0HT


two blues.

Detail from the painting Iris (1886) by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893)







(1,3-7) KoolShooters | (2) Pille Kirsi


Willy Pogany (American, 1882–1955) - Hand to the Stars





“on the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and i wanted to look at you”
Mahmoud Darwish





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DESTROY / CREATE
something something your body is your own so make it completely and utterly yours <3
[IMAGE ID: an old anatomical drawing of a person with each section of the body labelled. there are pink incision lines over the mouth, chest, and groin area. a white heart is over the chest. "destroy the body created for you" and "remake yourself in your own image" are in bold white text with a pink shadow, the text is distorted/wavy. there are scissors, scalpels, and stars decorating the background which is black. END]
It is a Tuesday afternoon and I am sitting on my deck
A book in my lap, ice water and a bowl of fruit on the table, lunch warm in my belly
Between pages, I watch my dog stalk towards squirrels and I know he thinks maybe this one, I’ll catch this one
He never does
A strawberry seed is wedged in one of my molars
Underneath the umbrella, a breeze sends goosebumps up my arm
I wish I could be beneath the sun, but my four-day-old tattoos glare with narrowed ink pupils and say don’t you dare
My dog curls up at my feet, and as I spear a blueberry on the tines of my fork, I realize
These are the days I was promised when I was fighting not to die

It passed outside your window on a night you couldn’t sleep — a phantom burning black against the house across the street.

Source : We Do; A Celebration Of Gay And Lesbian Marriage - Edited by Amy Rennert

Witcher❤️


views from the side of the water
Peanut Butter Cookies, 12-'83
There is magic in
an unspoken "I love you"
of yellowed notecard recipes
copied over
and newspaper-clipping cobbler
carefully preserved
"may you share this with your loved ones,
even in a time when my name is forgotten."


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