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PERFORMING MEMORY THROUGH THE #ARCHIVE TALK + #FILM SCREENING. Filmmaker & artist Johanna Tesfaye interrogates the imperial archive as a project and process of power. Wednesday, 4pm @ IU Libraries Moving Image Archive.
Free, no ticket required. https://t.co/nWJmUUMDrm
Drawing a Mario enemy from memory every day until Nintendo makes a Mario monster catcher game.
Day 530 - Mikey Mine
MORE FANART OF VTUBERS EHEHEH!!
Congratulating @Shiro_Neko_YT for their first stream ever!✨🐈
(I tried my best to draw from memory, I hope I got most of the stuff right BAHAHSH-)
Random memory + question.
1) Anyone remember the time back in Tumblr of 2018 [ish] where Mark went ‘crazy’ and had some what of a mask cult.
2) on the topic, DID HE EXPLAIN THE MASK IN W’ML’W OR????
#marktwt #markiplier
And if he loses, in the words of the Terminator "I'll be back" with new toys and the experience in his memory. https://t.co/DJ9vl2ak7D
Their Lord, founder and father; Her first memory of him was of that wan smile and the wrenching sorrow in his gaze. The flicker of hope was like a steel edge in the dark, there one moment then gone the next.
A trick of the light, perhaps.
My mom referred to Kali from memory as "the blue and yellow little boy" wtf man!?
@pika_spl Me seeing this gender transformation gag is the earliest memory of me thinking something on.
Pansexuality just sort of came to me? Just saw people as attractive and just sort of accepted it I guess?
❤️NEW DROP❤️
TENDERNESS
From ‘NEON girls’ collection 💕🤍
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Tenderness can be compared to aflower. Light touch - petals. Memory of gerl - smell.
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Some of my personal work series include: memory vs. reference, horror archetypes, asset vs. ancestor, and DNA variants.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
The birth flower for 28th March is the Summer Snowflake.
the language of flowers "purity, innocence, spotless heart, charity, attraction, love of beauty, pride of womanhood, memory, beauty,spotless innocence".
I wish you have a good day🌸
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Over yonder theres a withered lemon tree;
A wretched place for you.
A resting place for me.
Sweet yet bitter is that distant memory,
But cast regret aside and come be free with me.