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This blog is like a dream to me.

Sometimes i'll post personal things when you see AVB. You can find me again at angelavictoriabartlett.com
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rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.


see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.


see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.


see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.


see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.


see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.


see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.


see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
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llesim:

weirdo kitties II.
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adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN
 
adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN
 
adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN
 
adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN
 
adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN
 
adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN
 
adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN
 
adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN
 
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theclassyissue:

Gang
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untrustyou:

Andreas Hopfgarten - Arthur, we lost
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betomad:

foggy hut in Annaberg. photo by Fabian Irsara
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"Lost in Hell, Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here."
Edna St. Vincent Millay  (via virginwhoreofbabylon)
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de-salva:

©  Daidō Moriyama - From the book “Northern”
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laughingloone:

new work and healed work with rose
laughingloone:

new work and healed work with rose
laughingloone:

new work and healed work with rose
laughingloone:

new work and healed work with rose
laughingloone:

new work and healed work with rose
laughingloone:

new work and healed work with rose
laughingloone:

new work and healed work with rose
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irisnectar:

Silver Lining Ceramics
irisnectar:

Silver Lining Ceramics
irisnectar:

Silver Lining Ceramics
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"But we: we vanish in our feelings. Oh, we breathe
ourselves out, and out; our smell dissolves
from ember to ember. It’s true, someone may tell us:
‘You’re in my blood, this room, Spring floods
with you …’ What good is it? He can’t hold us.
We vanish with him and around him. And the beautiful,
oh, who can hold them back? Some look is always rising
in their faces, and falling. Like dew on new grass,
like heat from a steaming dish, everything we are rises
away from us. O smile, where are you going?
O upturned look: new, warm, the heart’s receding wave—
it hurts me, but that’s what we are. Does the cosmic
space we dissolve into taste of us, then? Do angels
really absorb only what poured out of them,
or sometimes, as if by mistake, is there a trace
of us, too?"
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Second Elegy, Duino Elegies and The Sonnets to Orpheus, trans. A. Poulin, Jr. (Houghton Mifflin, 1977)
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allesandersen:

Alois Kalvoda (1875 - 1934): Skupina olší / A Group of Alders.
Oil, 1897.
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exulansis