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“The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.”
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Walter Benjamin (via hqlines)
This is one of my favorite things written by Walter. And it’s one of the most misunderstood ones. In a letter to Brecht, he touches upon this again - and this is shortly before he kills himself when the Nazi presence reached Portbou, at the French–Spanish border (Bataille writes about this). He explains this statement in a simple way: Hope mystifies a person, place, object. Hope can be dangerous and often restricting if clung on to too desperately. And in love, we often cling on to hope before we even begin to know the person of our affection. The idea is to love them by knowing them - discovering them, understanding them - without hope. And the thing is simple: the antonymous reality of hope is not always despair. Sometimes - often - hope is despair itself. Despair taints, mars, hurts. The opposite of hope can be elucidating; it can be acceptance without abject powerlessness; it can be resolve without expectation. And for that, Walter would always point at beginning at one’s own heart. Fortifying it before going anywhere else.
(via king-woman)
shows this to therapist "do you think im scaring the hoes"
Fully sober at the rave and having a blast
army canvas bags reworked into straight jacket by hiroco hata shot by lanajay lackey
Figure (1970) by Nancy Grossman.
One of my favorite memories with A is of when we put out a small fire in his apartment building. The neighbor across the hallway knocked on his door, he opened and before I could figure out what was going on, A was already in crisis mode asking me to fill a bucket with water and running outside to see what was up. Afterwards he thanked me for getting straight to it without questioning him or needing to know anything beyond the seriousness in his tone. We really were a great team most of the time. Over time I've realized this feeling of seamless teamwork is one of the things I enjoy the most in my relationships with people. Like getting together to parch up the last pieces of Jos' performance that the lousy club management had messed up, or assembling furniture with my dad. It's specially moving with him, cos his hobby of arguing about politics annoys me and we can't communicate emotionally for shit, so we're limited in ways to connect with each other. But when it comes to doing stuff together, be it cooking, fixing stuff.. we're so smooth. I don't think I ever feel like my dad respects me the way I do in those moments. Those might also be the times I see the qualities I respect most in him, like his utter regard for people's agency and his ability to trust people like it’s a given.
My client yesterday walked me from the station (even though I asked him not to) and on the way we hear this weird constant screech so I’m going like wtf is that?? to which he responds “I bet it’s a foreigner”. Two steps forward and I see this blond Swedish woman on the floor still screaming with a bunch of cops on top of her. It was a better comeback than anything I could have ever said. So of course he was annoying af to the point I had to restrain myself not to punch him several times. Ended up pushing him away when I was leaving and he’s still texting me he wanna meet again.
People from my past I love keep reaching out and I’m so fucking lucky but I just see it, get happy in the moment and remember them then forget to answer
I’ve been in a cave the last 8 months but every time I go out I remember how much I love this town cos I keep stumbling upon people I love at the regular random spots
Realising I love sharing cos I want to feel like I matter, and the only way I know to is by giving
One of my favorite things of Swedish culture is that starting all sorts of written communication, from texts to formal mails, with “Hej (name),” is the norm. I loovvvvve it. I don’t have to crack my head open figuring out what way of greeting is appropriate
i fucking hate soft queers what do you mean you felt unsafe because of my tone
Read on a spell casting book about the importance of keeping detailed written record of the process and now I’ve gone full crazy scientist scaling everything and taking notes of all my concoctions
I am just so perplexed by this. You ppl call yourselves leftists, call yourselves anti-ableism anti-racism pro-working class etc, but genuinely think it’s rude to hear ppl speaking loudly or saying things u don’t want to hear in public. Bc they’re not respectable enough for you?????? You need to either look within and see the hypocrisy for what it is or stop identifying with ideologies you don’t actually believe in
This!!! I'm a loud person bc culture, being working class and hard of hearing and when people complain and tell me to be more quiet it's usually related to one of these. And hearing issues are such an invisible disability. Even friends that know of mine have told me to lower my voice, complained or gotten annoyed when I asked them to repeat something, or talked at a lower volume than what I can hear-- even after asking them repeatedly to please speak louder. People don't see the mental effort that it takes to participate in a conversation that to you sounds like whispers. So yeah most are oblivious of the ableism in deciding what speaking volume is acceptable.
Estoy obsesionao con esta canción pero es que qué cante más puro