La Belle Noiseuse (Jacques Rivette, 1991)

thinking about casual protectiveness today. a hand gently kept on my waist, to steer me around and keeping me close. gently pulling me around to switch sides when we’re out together, so that i’m always safe on the inside of the sidewalk. moving closer and reminding me of your presence whenever i seem anxious or uncomfortable. just…feeling protected. safe.

my older sister is so dumb it makes my brain rot

2 months in Asia. Felt so peaceful and calm

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oh fuck life is worth living isnt it. shit