rodrickheffeley:

rodrickheffeley:

rodrickheffeley:

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menthol illwess innit

celebrities watching parasite be like

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this is funny to me. self awareness level 0

medusagirlfriend:

The Snowy Day illustrations by Ezra Jack Keats

seal-of-unknown:

me, begging, tears in my eyes: please. please just tell me what the book is about. the plot. please

a book annotation on the cover, unfazed: A Subversive Masterpiece. A Deep And Touching Story. The New York Times Bestseller. Go Fuck Yourself

sightofsea:

sightofsea:

oh god I had a really big epiphany about love and personhood but I’m too drunk for words. hold on I’m gonna paint it.

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this. this is it.

gayhaircut:

In 2020 I am going to stop thinking

1dietcokeinacan:

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“Drowning Dress” by Susan Jamison, 2013. Silk, cotton floss, lead weights. In tribute to Virginia Woolf

redlipstickresurrected:

Christophe Jacrot (French, b. 1960, Paris, France) - Iceland from the photo book Snjór (snow in Icelandic) , Photography

lexi-lucy:

lexi-lucy:

lexi-lucy:

leonard cohen alex turner and young al pacino 

triplets 

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Not enough people are saying this!

diabeticlesbian:
“Drawing the Line - Lesbian Sexual Politics on the Wall, Kiss and Tell, Press Gang, 1991. Susan Stewart in collaboration with Persimmon Blackbridge and Lizard Jones.
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diabeticlesbian:

Drawing the Line - Lesbian Sexual Politics on the Wall, Kiss and Tell, Press Gang, 1991.  Susan Stewart in collaboration with Persimmon Blackbridge and Lizard Jones.

fuckingfreud:

Godless Utopia: Soviet Anti-Religious Propaganda

sunsetofdoom:

“We got real furniture. I mean, it was Salvation Army, but it was real. Our names were printed inside a heart on the dishtowel that hung on the refrigerator door handle. We got it made at Crystal Beach. It was a brave thing to do. But later we spilled loganberry juice on it, so we used it for dishes because we couldn’t bring ourselves to throw it out. And there were marigolds in amber glasses on the windowsill, daisies in a green cut-glass vase on the kitchen table, fresh mint and basil growing in a flower box on the porch. It was a home. I grew up in leaps and bounds. I learned to reduce the anxieties of life by paying bills on time, keeping receipts and promises, doing laundry before I ran out of underwear, picking up after myself. Most importantly, I learned to say I’m sorry. This relationship was too vital to let dust accumulate in its corners.”

— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues