, genre: portrait, style: Romanticism, period: Impressionist period, gallery name: National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa, Canada, tags: Gentleman, completition: 1871.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/images/paul-cezanne/portrait-of-gustave-boyer.jpgblue seclusion
illuminating the midnight forest
every breath sending a cloud of cold crystals
it is all the best
looking at the cold blue moon
wondering.....
Will I die soon?
Is this the last thing of beauty I see?
And something tells me no
To keep living my life
Because....
There is another full moon
Around the corner
I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.
I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.
I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.
I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.
I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.
I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.
They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.
I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.
I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.
I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.
the sun is setting over a body of water
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Racial microaggressions are subtle and often inadvertent messages sent to people of color by "well-intentioned" white people that are unaware of the hidden meanings sent to them. Basically, unconsciously acting with bias.
Microaggressions (e.g., a higher tendency to interrupt people of color who are speaking, ignoring input from people of color, or displaying cold or hostile nonverbal behaviors) manifest racism directly—so much so that some scholars and practitioners have begun using the term racial harassment, in place of microaggression, to convey the seriousness of their impact.
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Artists who tested the A.
https://t.co/SoM5i03EFqI sit on my bed staring at the clock,
Where are you?
It then strikes half past two,
when will you call?
three o'clock and you still haven't called,
Why am I still waiting?
I've sat here since one pm or earlier,
I'm sick of these games you play.
Tampering with my trust in you and making me feel not wanted,
I'm done with this.
But if I'm sick of all this then why do I stick around?
I love you.
You finally call at pm and I'm ready to let you go,
But I want to know where you were.
So where were you while I waited around for you?
You then say you just forgot.
I think about it all while I listen to Numb by Linkin Park
Which reminds me a little of us.
A month passes and I hear from you yet again,
You want my heart to belong to you once more.
Stupid me let's myself fall back in love with you
I know it won't last forever.
I now feel for someone other than you and it is not fair.
So I say goodbye once again.
A couple weeks later, all I think about is you,
Please let me try one more time.
That is all I ask,
Just one date.
Your Thanksgiving Day Watching Lineup, Plus 6 Things to Watch on TV This Week
Watch the Macy’s Day Parade, the dog show and football while the turkey is cooking, and catch up on true crime and two new shows.
https://t.co/rwwb3gKQoLWant to see this work in person? Be sure to visit the exhibition "Mandalas: Mapping the Buddhist Art of Tibet" at The Met now through January 12. https://t.co/dEC2WP4m59
James Bridle: ‘The Denial of Genocide Is on the March Everywhere’
The artist addresses the ‘duty of institutions to act ethically’.
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