There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think this

Khreshchatyk at night, Kiev (Kyiv), Ukrainian SSR, 1979 (photo by Mykola Kozlovskyi)

walking through it

acrylic paint, pencil, archival inkjet print on canvas

24x30”

2025

Tashi Salsedo

The embrace that feels like home

object permanence by Hala Alyan

[text ID : "This neighborhood was mine first. I walked each block twice: / drunk, then sober. I lived everyday with legs and headphones. / It had snowed the night I ran down Lorimer and swore I'd stop / at nothing. My love, he had died. What was I supposed to do ? / I regret nothing. Sometimes I feel washed up as paper. You're / three years away. But then I dance down Graham and / the trees are the color of champagne and I remember — There are things I like about heartbreak, too, how it needs / a good soundtrack. The way I catch a man's gaze on the L / and don't look away first. Losing something is just revising it. / After this love there will be more love. My body rising from a nest / of sheets to pick up a stranger's MetroCard. i regret nothing. / Not the bar accross the street from my apartment; I was still late. / Not the shared bathroom in Barcelona, not the red-eyes, not / the songs about black coats and Omaha. I lied about everything / but not this. You were every streetlamp that winter. You held / the crown of my head and for once I won't show you what / I've made. I regret nothing. Your mother and your Maine. / Your wet hair in my lap after that fist shower. The clinic / and how I cried for a week afterwards. How we never chose / the language we spoke. You wrote me a single poem and in it / you were the dog and I the fire. Remember the courthouse ? / The anniversary song. Those goddamn Kmart towels. I loved them, / when did we throw them away ? Tomorrow I'll write down / everything we've done to each other and fill the bathtub / with water. I'll burn each piece of paper down to silt. / And if it doesn't work, I'll do it again. And again, and again, and—" ]

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Soviet Era Murals in Kazakhstan and Tashkent, Uzbekistan

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they should invent a way to save your mother

lesbian style by kami (tumblr, insta)

Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Operation Cyclone”

Semyon Fridlyand (August 28, 1905 – February 14, 1964), Painter and his work, 1950s.

precious adams photographed backstage during balanchine's theme and variations by isabella turolla