Ungarische Volkskunst (Budapest: Corvina, 1955)
feelings and photos from a kodak disposable film camera, july 2022
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call me moses. um. call her. um wait. call me moses the way her bush speaks to me
sadmonk. gouache watercolor
— Mary Oliver, The Pond
why dont you try making up a delusion or private world and go live in it and maybe you’ll calm down
STOP THINKING THERE IS A DEADLINE. THERE IS NO DEADLINE. TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TAKE YOUR TIME.
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RIP
i think the aesthetic echo chamber created by tumblr is more dangerous than the political one bcs im self aware enough to kno my politics r radical but then me and the girlies are on here reblogging body horror and very weird erotic poetry and i get offline and interact w a real person and jokingly say something like fungus is tangibly divine in the way it facilitates the eternal dance of creation and destruction which is really creation as or by destruction and theyre like what the hell are you talking about freak. the aesthetic barrier between me and a girl in a vineyard vines tee is literally insurmountable. i find the trout to be a very nietzschean fish
diver ii. oils