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new tumblr this way. every song that gets stuck in my head ever. this is exactly what the internet is for.
Walter Benjamin, notes for the Arcades Project
from Paris Arcades, Hatje Cantz 2012
gotta mop up my drool
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Scale model of my pending weekend (Taken with instagram)
Hey boyz (Taken with instagram)
Party outfit. Authentic dead fish dress covered in medieval chain male. Original hook clasp. Worm hidden. With 2012 Salma Hayek hair boots. #satelliteparty
“My return was sweet, my home refound, but my thoughts were filled only with grief at having lost her, and my eyes gazed at the Moon, forever beyond my reach, as I sought her. And I saw her. She was there where I had left her, lying on a beach directly over our heads, and she said nothing. She was the color of the Moon; she held the harp at her side and moved one hand now and then in slow arpeggios. I could distinguish the shape of her bosom, her arms, her thighs, just as I remember them now, just as now, when the Moon has become that flat, remote circle, I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.”
— Italo Calvino
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fuckyeahfeministartandliterature:
Sanja Ivekovic, Paper Women, 1976-77.
my skin is running
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From the submitter lizeatsdirt:
This nineteenth century photograph of an unidentified soldier belongs to the costume and textile library at the museum I work in. No one knows who he is, what his uniform represents, or where the photo came from. But I love him. And he has a sword.
