Démasquée, Akseli Gallen-Kallela, 1888
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I wish Tumblr had a “I feel your pain” button
because I feel terrible whenever I “like” one of your sad text posts
and it looks like I enjoy watching you suffer
because I don’t
I really don’t
I think this often.
Hell, every time. I’m pretty sure I’ve unliked posts because “liking” it made me feel like an asshole.
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Alfred Stieglitz, Georgia O’Keeffe, 1918
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A boy waiting in a train station with his luggage. Bournemouth, Dorset, England, 1930s.
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“People in the street don’t recognise me much. They think that you are who you are, but they are never sure. And they’re right, because we’re not even sure who we are ourselves.” -Isabelle Huppert
Laughter. An essential ingredient for survival. And we laughed a lot.
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People playing with a Ouija Board. Photograph by Wallace Kirkland, June 1944.
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Franciszek Starowieyski - Strindberg, The Dance of Death, 1974
