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And each strike of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back into water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur.
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somewhere out there in the realities someone is posting me on tumblr and calling me their everything girl and their sopping wet freak and making memes about what is happening to me rn and that is very very comforting to me

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Early 19th Century Life-Size Articulated Artist's Mannequin - Paul Huot, c. 1800

From the seller, Arnie Barnicoat:

This figure was owned by my late husband John Barnicoat. He was offered her in 1972 when he was head of Falmouth School of Art. She was originally placed on a large wooden stand which we disposed of at the time. This was in 1972. We were both drawn to her as an art object, a life sized ‘doll’, due to the way she was made and we had a true appreciation of her qualities. We always had her seated on a little wooden French antique chair in corners of our various living rooms: From a stone village house in Cornwall to homes in London and Hertfordshire. We named her Muriel after a French film of the same name 1963 directed by Alain Resnais. This makes me wonder if we had been told at the time that she was French. I don’t remember. We have never attempted to renovate her in anyway. Strange as it may seem she was always a ‘member’ of our family and always referred to as ‘Muriel’. It is a wrench to see her leave us.

Based on collection descriptions, it appears that Muriel may have been purchased by the Cambridge University's Fitzwilliam Museum for their exhibition, Silent Partners: Artist & Mannequin, from Function to Fetish.

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oof i missed my window to drift off into perfect angelic sleep bc of a last second piss that turned into looking at my phone that turned into digging thru spotify fanmixes that turned into wanting to make posts that turned into ruminating on the soul-deep complications driving me away and drawing me to all social media and “posting” as a concept and now i’ve gotten myself into such a strange mood my only two non-phone options seem to be out of body experience (scared of that) or like gnashing my teeth rabidly trying to figure out what the hell happens between tashi/art/patrick after that match. which would be no good because i need to get to sleep to get up early to go see this fucking movie again instead of going to college (which i am lying about to my grandmother)

#i mean im laughing though its all pretty funny#ive also been awake long enough im starving again like literally fuck me
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No state has a "right to exist". The purpose of institutions is to serve human beings, and if your institution is slaughtering human beings en masse then it must be stopped. The survival of the institution itself in this scenario is of almost no import.