nostalgic selves
don’t know if i’m feeling my old selves disappearing (as opposed to peeling the older layers away)
what happens when the new ones are just as nostalgic for the past as the older ones were?
wish i could find a way to discard them.
About
things i'm into/post about: art, fashion, "politics," feminism, consent, social justice, queerness, identity politics, and generally speaking, badass empowering shit. my real blog is alagarconniere.wordpress.com.
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Stuff I like
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When it comes to matters of love, it’s often platonic devotion that proves the most intimate...
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Vintage Vogue Cover, 1924
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T-shirt: W.I.A
Dress: Pet Shops Girl
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Sans titre by Jean-François Spricigo
Via The Cat Ladies
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Why aren't more people freaking out about the new Venezuelan labor law?
