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chavis mármol, "untitled destruction project," 2024, nine-ton quarry stone replica of colossal olmec head dropped on blue tesla model 3
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vaervaf-deactivated20160101
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Frank O’Hara, Having a Coke With You & Mark Leidner, Having ‘Having a Coke With You’ With You
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stargirl2007-deactivated2023120
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When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.
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tumblr glitch that hath rended my dash asunder:
free shitpost generator??? why isn’t this an official browsing mode. anyway here are my fav screen grabs, all hits no misses:
pure poetry. it’s like trying to tune into a specific radio station but you have giant lobster claws instead of hands
wow my blog is officially cursed, we love to see it
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when sylvia plath said “being born a woman is my awful tragedy. from the moment i was conceived i was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries rather than penis and scrotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable feminity. yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of scene, anonomous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that i am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. my consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. yet, god, i want to talk to everybody i can as deeply as i can. i want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night“
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“But her grief was silent. She shut the door behind her. When she was alone by herself she clenched her fists together, and began beating the back of a chair with them. She was like a wounded animal. She hated death; she was furious, outraged, indignant with death, as if it were a living creature. She refused to relinquish her friends to death. She would not submit to dark and nothingness. She began to pace up and down, clenching her hands, and making no attempt to stop the quick tears which raced down her cheeks. She sat still at last, but she did not submit. She looked stubborn and strong when she had ceased to cry.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
Source: wavingtovirginia
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“I act and react, and suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?’”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via loveage-moondream)
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Spiritual Science Research Foundation
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girls be like “im fighting demons” and the demon is a degree they chose for themselves