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“You notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warming—in fact not at all a warming—yet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the colour blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades, approximates finally the blue of the glass on a clear day at Chartres, or that of the Cerenkov radiation thrown off by the fuel rods in the pools of nuclear reactors. The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes— the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows.”
— Joan Didion, Blue Nights
Hanif Abdurraqib, In an Interview with Krista Tippett
Nothing I’ve read has changed me more than “you do people a favor by accepting their help” like I repeat this constantly to so many people because it’s true!!! People like to feel useful, they like to feel kind, they like to feel like they have an ability to impact people’s lives so just let them!! Not everything is a thing to be owed back — accept people’s kindness without making a competition out of it
Perfect skin doesn’t matter brand names don’t matter grind culture doesn’t matter all that’s important is having a hobby you love and learning to cook vegetables in tasty ways
Full moon (Feb. 16, 2022)
I be like "omg, i have so much to do" and then go lay down
Liv Tyler photographed by Paul Lange, 1993
the new subwayhands post is so sweet 🥺
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Frog and cranberries it must be fall.
Frog and cranberries it must be fall.
Frogs and cranberries it must be fall.
Frog and cranberries it must be fall.
here’s to a september full of comfort and new experiences
The universe will bless me exceptionally beyond what I manifest.
i love getting the chance to compliment people, because i know whenever i get a compliment, i will think about it and get a warm/fuzzy feeling from it for like every day after.
don't talk to me i'm thinking about dog statues turned golden by all the hands that pet them
cumulative midas touch!
you are never alone. when you think you have no one, there is still the sun and the moon and all the little stars. you have sunsets, and rainy mornings, and music that makes you want to dance. those things will always be there.
i hope you know that you deserve a place in this world. that there will always be someone who’s life will be made better by you existing in it
something about horror as a genre is very inherently similar to romance, but it’s differently romantic. it’s like if romance could be compared to a rabbit, then horror is a hare. a hare is the same shape-ish as a rabbit, but it’s different; it’s upturned and eerie and comes at you from a sideways angle.
i think this connection between the two genres is the presence of love. love as a concept. romance is the genre that beautifies love, and horror is the genre that explores love in ways that aren’t beautiful. horror is the monstrosity of love gone sour, or the absence of love, or the emotions that the intensity of love and pain birth. slasher horror is monstrous obsession, while existential horror always has a narrative that makes you rethink what love means, what being human means. just like romance.
sorry if this makes no sense but i’m willing to talk about this if others discourse politely!