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palace of tears, nelly agassi, 2002
at the center of the exhibition space stands a young woman, wearing a simple skin-colored dress; hundreds of strips made of similar fabric are suspended from various points on the four walls surrounding her. some trail on the floor, reaching her feet, others look as though they are already, somehow, connected to her dress. she bends, picks up a strip of fabric from the floor, sews it onto her dress, and so on and so forth. strip after strip, hour in hour out, in a cyclical, sequential act, until no more fabric strips remain on the floor, and she appears inseparably connected to the walls of the exhibition space.

palace of tears, nelly agassi, 2002

at the center of the exhibition space stands a young woman, wearing a simple skin-colored dress; hundreds of strips made of similar fabric are suspended from various points on the four walls surrounding her. some trail on the floor, reaching her feet, others look as though they are already, somehow, connected to her dress. she bends, picks up a strip of fabric from the floor, sews it onto her dress, and so on and so forth. strip after strip, hour in hour out, in a cyclical, sequential act, until no more fabric strips remain on the floor, and she appears inseparably connected to the walls of the exhibition space.

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I have two great loves.

D crashed my whole world in a bathroom when she was maybe 19 and I must have been 18.
"We’ve been seeing each other," she said to me. Our faces in the mirror looking at each other.
I nodded and left the bathroom. I was sure my face was shell shocked, people could see and the shrapnel fell on everyone.
They felt sorry for me. It was the first time I had felt something so severe and everything started moving in slow motion.
I cried for hours, I don’t even remember talking to people after that. But I did ask her the question, a safe 6-hour distance between us.
Why did you hurt me? Her answer never left me: because I am a bad person and nothing is sacred. We’ve been together ever since.

BK broke up with me on the worst day of my life.
I had never seen a man so mad and so cruel. I was 25 thrust into a stranger’s country.
I cannot even tell the barest of facts of what happened that night but I despaired and ran after him for 3 days.
Each day, a tearful phone call. Every hour, I was pained. I bought him a Halloween mask, a hopeful gesture that
he might forgive me for something I couldn’t even be sorry for. Battle-fatigued with no weapons,
only on the last terrible night did he say, I still love you. We have been careful ever since.

This is what loving furiously has taught me: you were never meant to be safe.
This is what loving continuously has taught me: endure, you have suffered worse than this.

nevver:

What day is it? Chad Wys

I woke up fully dressed at Bk’s. Watched Casper and Les Miserables on TV while I waited for a sandwich. Everything hurt. What the fuck. Texted D and M, my poor old body.
I can hardly believe how things are sometimes.

I woke up fully dressed at Bk’s. Watched Casper and Les Miserables on TV while I waited for a sandwich. Everything hurt. What the fuck. Texted D and M, my poor old body.

I can hardly believe how things are sometimes.

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flyartproductions:

I may be young but I’m ready
Las Meninas (1656), Diego Velazquez / Party, Beyonce ft. J. Cole

flyartproductions:

I may be young but I’m ready

Las Meninas (1656), Diego Velazquez / Party, Beyonce ft. J. Cole

elisemesner:

Two Buck Chuck | Climbing Trees 

Elise Mesner Photography 2014

Model: Rose Hohl

Detroit, Michigan 

Everything hurt by Tuesday

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nevver:

Dillion Boy

YOU A BAD GIRL AND YOUR FRIENDS BAD TOO: Monday notes

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“There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot.”

—   Aldo Leopold  (via autobibliography)

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nevver:

Back to work
I can’t seem to relax today. I am in knots.

I can’t seem to relax today. I am in knots.

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