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Fan
c. 1895
by Billotey (France)
Philadelphia Museum of Art
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Sonya Vatomsky, from a poem titled "Spring Flowers," featured in Salt Is for Curing, publ. in 2015
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Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.
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what if orpheus was butch and she unclipped her carabiner and held it out behind her and then eurydice clipped it onto her belt loop and then orpheus didnt have to look back because she could hear eurydice jingle jangling behind her. follow me for more dyke solutions to famous tragic literature
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contrary to common intentions authors have when making such characters, making a character low empathy is one of the fastest ways to get me to like them. "isn't it freaky that this guy just doesn't understand what they do to people? aren't you so unsettled and creeped out right now" bro you have just described to me a tragic tale of isolation wherein the chasm of separation only grows wider & deeper with every attempt to reach beyond
