watching yellowjackets, eating kratzeis, window open and i can hear the birds
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“Hello from my house” - Alaa Shahwan from Gaza
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it’s because you’re always in that damn hole that resembles the grave but isn’t
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Ed Ruscha, 1973
eggwhite on satin
34 by 39 1/8 in. 86.4 by 99.4 cm.
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narratives about doomed love that aren’t romantic in nature. the love between siblings who understand each other the most but are growing apart no matter how much they try to come back to one another. the love between friends whose life paths pull them apart and they never see each other again, only remembering the face of a once kind childhood. the love for a hometown that year by year becomes less and less the one that raised you until you are a foreigner in your own backyard. there was no stopping it. the love was there and it mattered and you can never come back again.
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there is no 'base accent' so like all of this is entirely subjective tbc, just based on what people around you say and how you think you sound
pick whichever language you want to answer in if you're multi-lingual
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sergiu ciochină childhood home #51 (2023)
kofi
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dancing tulips 🌷🎶
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ms angelou i will never get over this
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It is what it is *throws up*
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