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by richard siken
What was impossible remained impossible and was suffocating me.
Ingmar Bergman, tr. by Joan Tate, from The Magic Lantern: An Autobiography (via weltenwellen)
Operating from Another World, Sevdaliza, 2016 (x)
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“[Valkyrie’s] bi. And yes, she cares very little about what men think of her. What a joy to play!” - Tessa Thompson
I need to like, lint roll myself. On a physical and emotional level
Clair De Lune playing from another room Claude Debussy
the year is 1910 and i’m at a fancy party somewhere in paris. i’m wearing a silk gown and the rubies my husband gave me this very evening to celebrate our second anniversary. he is inside, searching for a glass of champagne for me to drink. my lesbian girlfriend and i step out onto the balcony as the curtains billow in the wind. we close the doors, muffling the sound of the music from inside, and i promise her that tomorrow, while he is sleeping, i will leave with her to a small cottage that i have purchased near the ocean and we will live there and grow herbs. possibly, we will adopt several cats. my son, jacques, will look after us as we grow old. we embrace fleetingly. she goes back inside. i await my husband.
I just want to yell so many good things about Britney Spears. Look at this parenting right here; rather than just twist their arms and tell the ‘smile or no McFlurry on the drive home’ she’s checking if her little boys are comfortable with the cameras and attention and if not, no problem baby boy, you go chill. And I have no problem with her staying to get more pictures, especially not when her other adorable kid wants to. I mean, it’s her job up to a point. And we all know for a fact she probably watched the film with both the little bugs in her lap anyway.
Considering what she dealt with and went through in front of paps….god, I love her.
people can say what they want about her supposed meltdown, but frankly, that entire ‘episode’ always made perfect sense to me. she and i are of an age, and no matter how young or old i was, i always understood perfectly why she did it, and thought it was utter bullshit that a court could order what they did, instead of reprimanding the many, many people that felt so entitled to her that they drove her to extremes just to get 5 seconds of peace.
and now seeing this kind of thing? she has just gotten more awesome.
i remember reading how she got herself a tutor so she could help her kids with their homework. not got THEM a tutor, but she got herself one because she wanted to be the one helping them. that’s a+++ parenting right there ok?
This makes me so happy :’)
She got a court order because she was, by her own admission, raising her kids like her mother raised her. The judge sent her to therapy and parenting classes to work out all of the horrible stage-mother bullshit she had to live through. I mean, she thought it was normal to give her kids cough syrup and whiskey so they’d sleep, because it’s what her mother gave her to knock her out when she got rowdy.
I think Britney is a great role model for adult abused children and is living proof that you are not trapped in the cycle of abuse.
The purest 90s kid experience is being so happy for Britney Spears in her new life
We millennials have a pretty fucking low bar.
Literally how I defined “wealthy” to someone last week. This is my rich.