a borrowing of bones

you won't find it on any map, but take a step in any direction and you're in trouble ☭🏳️‍🌈😈 b. she/her. about

[discojams]

Joey Chestnut

what

He eats hot dogs for a living he’s extraordinary I hope to meet him someday. Was there a question

[junkfoodcinemas]

Boyz n the Hood (1991) dir. John Singleton

[thedickcavettshow]

I really do like how he’s doing this for an audience of mostly men

[ultrakillblast]

OFFICE SPACE (1999)

[senatortedcruz]

I am in fucking tears

[art-feed]

Louise Bourgeois

[3000s]

its not all fun ant games

[orange-catsidy]

[dianachristensens]

Promotional images of Faye Dunaway in MGM´s " Network" ( 1976).

[midnightcowboy1969]

convinced some ppl go to cannes just to clap

[infinitemovielist]

[badlaw]

there's an account on twitter who i think is telling weird but generally mundane lies about interacting with matt johnson. nirvanna the band the show the movie was good but it seems to have driven some people mad

[lexkent]

[julian-fawcett-mp]

John Singer Sargent, ‘Gassed’ and ‘Six Studies for Gassed’ (1918)

[robertwire]

In Gassed there is little suffering. Or rather, what suffering there is is outweighed by the painting’s compassion. In spite of the vomiting figure the scene has almost nothing in common with Owen’s vision of the gas victim whose blood comes 'gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs’. What Sargent has depicted, instead, is the solace of the blind: the comfort of putting your trust in someone, of being safely led.

— geoff dyer, the missing of the somme

[pandaemoniumpancakes]

“A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me fit— Her blameless mystery— A hallowed thing—to drop a life Into the purple well— Too plummetless—that it return— Eternity—until— I pondered how the bliss would look— And would it feel as big— When I could take it in my hand— As hovering—seen—through fog— And then—the size of this “small” life— The Sages—call it small— Swelled—like Horizons—in my vest— And I sneered—softly—"small"!”

— Emily Dickinson, ‘A solemn thing—it was—I said—’ (271).

[stone-cold-groove]

Illustration detail from The Giant Golden Book of Biology. Golden Press - 1961.

[badlaw]

laszlo cravensworth and perry mason are actually my close personal annoying friends. and they are woke.