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#stoopbabes @krystalpuffs

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Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son
Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder

 My eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new

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vintagegal:

Never Love a Man, paperback cover illustration by Ernest Chiriacka, 1962

vintagegal:

Never Love a Man, paperback cover illustration by Ernest Chiriacka, 1962

I am a feminist.

grrrl-riot:

I love pink, I love skirts, and I really love dresses. I dye my hair and get my nails done. I wear red lipstick and love stilettos. I wax my legs (though sometimes I go a bit too long without doing so) and I wear perfume. I love dancing and twirling especially if I’m wearing a flowy skirt.

None of the things above detract from my feminism and my dedication to women’s rights.

If you disagree, you’re simply hurting the movement you love.

Get it girl. 

#sistersunday @hollrob5

#sistersunday @hollrob5

Devious. @absolute123

Devious. @absolute123

@chachacherrybomb @mizzlundgren

@chachacherrybomb @mizzlundgren

Sunny days @mizzlundgren @chachacherrybomb

Sunny days @mizzlundgren @chachacherrybomb

Happy cinco de mayo

Happy cinco de mayo

Warm sunny nook I desperately don’t want to leave right now…

Warm sunny nook I desperately don’t want to leave right now…

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
Kurt Vonnegut

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“Out of the depths came his last wail Precious, and he was gone.”

“Out of the depths came his last wail Precious, and he was gone.”