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I am Going to say the f word
A.F. Vandevorst installation for Arnhem Mode Biennale 2011
Talking Heads performing This Must Be The Place in Los Angeles, December 1983.
Not a day passes where I don’t embarrass myself but it’s ok because I’m on the path to destroy my ego so I won’t be embarrassed anymore
if I had to use my superhuman music skills to lead my gf out of the underworld, I wouldn't glance back against Hades' orders and cause her to remain trapped
open a new window somewhere in the world.
Lovely Christmas illustration by Beatrix Potter
what a year this last hour has been
Sometimes I think about lesbian icon renée vivien lauging so hard she had to leave a lecture bc the man was talking about how a book of anonymously published love poetry was the pinnacle depiction of a young man’s desire towards women…… but it was her book. She wrote it. About her girlfriend.
anyways, fuck jk rowling
Live like you’re going to die, because you are.
insects are just people but small and way different. different priorities in life. different perspective
Arnaud Montagard
the main issue I have with being alive is that I can remember times when I have, in front of others, opened my mouth to say words
Flowers flowers flowers
I love the way people talk about the people they love
love is real and worth it and SO important to me it’s pretty much my entire political spiritual philosophical deal………you can be critical of how romantic love is commodified and dominated by heteronormative myths for sure but ppl out there like “love is fake” aren’t doing ANYTHING interesting or subversive……love is revolutionary bc the systems that oppress us are directly opposed to all kinds of love, interpersonal love and self love etc. they’re trying to drive it out of us. love as an action love as a choice love as something u cultivate and tend to is the best thing in the world and it’s at the absolute centre of my life
i have arms therefore i must hug
Your soulmate is your compliment
Not your missing piece
Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making
Early spring, 1895, Arkhip Kuindzhi