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    Tagged #lol #feelz
  3. colorramps:


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  4. shenchan:


    Valérie Mesquita

    Entre Nós - Just Between Us

    Just Between Us - Entre Nós, in portuguese - is an independent photography project by someone who has had enough of hearing stories about women who are victims of violence inside their own homes - stories often about very close and dear people.

    After some research on the subject and conversations with many women - about suffering acts of violence and not telling anyone, about suffering and speaking about it, about the devastating effect these events have in a person’s life, about seeking help, about fear, about guilt, about feeling impotent, about silence, about all the complexities which this theme englobes - this project was the way I found to take a stand, to say “I don’t agree”. (artist statement)

    1. It’s ok. It was my fault.

    2. Who would believe me?

    3. The neighbors had to call the police.

    4. I have nowhere else to go.

    5. I’ve waited for him to change. It’s been eleven years now.

    6. It started when I first got pregnant.

    7. My mother asked me what I had done to cause this.

    8. I haven’t told anyone.

    9. I was in a coma.

    10. Of course not, it was a bike accident.

    this made me cry. I read the very first one and cried. I want to tell that lady that is is not her fault. that is never was. :[

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  5. nunnery:

    “I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in kansas city, missouri. it took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. a taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. he stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. he opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them. 

    Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. i built them a vitrine with a light blue base. their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. the points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. the tragedy of beauty is its transience. 

    The twins live forever in their own demise. they are sleeping beauties. they have been muses since i first saw them.

    We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. we erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. my twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. the twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”

    -Peregrine Honig

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