Donna Summer on stage at New York’s Roseland Ballroom; 1976

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Donna Summer on stage at New York’s Roseland Ballroom; 1976
illicit affairs and clandestine meetings.
the rain knows all my secrets
Salt preserves food because it smells like the ocean and mold doesn't know how to swim and gets scared
Everyone tagging this as "#greek philosophy" or "#pliny the elder" should be informed that I posted this during a really nasty bout of insomnia shortly after I'd eaten a double dose of marijuana edibles in an attempt to knock myself out so Yeah I'm pretty sure this counts as an oracular revelation actually
get ready everyone
take me to the lakes . . .
. . . where all the poets went to die
“poc don’t fit the aesthetic” what’s this then. some people are so annoying
My 13 year old cousin came back from a date with her boyfriend and said, "I can't wait to grow up and spend sunday afternoons with him." At first, I wanted to laugh (after all they're just 13), but I remember being 13 and having the world in my hands. I remember getting excited to talk to someone about my dreams and wishes, and how happy these daydreams and fantasies made me. There's this innocence you can only have at 13 and the world rises and falls and crashes and burns every year... until you do not think about quiet sunday afternoons.
So I asked her about the date and heard her giggle about bubblegum flavored ice cream, and how much she loves this little life. I think she makes me love it too.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
The academic urge to study every ancient mythology.
I love memetic communication when it gets to the point of being incomprehensible because can you imagine showing someone this picture
And asking them what Greek god it represents