ugh why must I be always so repulsed by my own vulnerability but I find it very moving and impressive if other people are vulnerable with me????
step 1. get everyone in the world to want to fuck me
step 2. vow of celibacy
Untitled - Paloma Salgado Diaz , 2024.
Chilean , b. 1990s
Acrylic on canvas , 100 x 120 cm.
Ornements de la Chine : recueil de dessins pour l'art et l'industrie - Eugène Collinot et Adalbert de Beaumont - 1883 - via Gallica
Fabric sample ‘Ornito’ with a pattern of stylized birds that have been designed with an enlarged fingerprint to which have been added beaks, eyes and legs. Material: cotton, metal, paper, 1968. Designer: Heinz Edelmann (1934-2009). Produced by the fabric manufacturer Weverij De Ploeg. TextielMuseum, Tilburg, Netherlands.
Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
this comment under a bookstore video of all the first editions of the hobbit they have… i’m going to start crying
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.